Strider cocked his head and he was about to ask her what it was until he felt a familiar cold hand grip his heart. He tensed and closed his eyes. He felt it. A cold washing over his body, from behind? He heard three thumps from Daggers tail and he realized that he was right. He waited for two seconds. That was how long it took for a shadow to begin its attack. He dodged out of the way at the best time as the shadow struck the ground he was standing. He looked around quickly and spotted five other shadows and dread washed over him. The one he was faced with he studied quickly, before spotting its weak point, near its misshapen neck. He leaped for it.