Even tossed to the side, she's quick to pick up on Hythlodaeus's fear, and feels something well up within her when the shadow goes after him. She hoists herself to her feet and dives in front, hoping to parry it and give him some time to get away.

Of course, most creatures that have claws have two of them. So where one meets metal, the other rips into her arm, tearing her sleeve and creating some nice parallel gashes. Irhya swears under her breath, then swings her blade horizontally to try and get some space between them.

"Anytime you wanna call it," she grits out, "it seems as if we need to reassess the plan--!"