[@Drifting Pollen]

The spot where her opponent had been standing vacated into empty air all of a sudden, causing her flailing and the weight of her unwelcome headdress to send her tumbling down onto her hands and knees. The weight placed on her shoulders grew great enough now that she barely managed to keep her head up, facing more horizontal than vertical. Thankfully she could still hear well enough through the metal when the beast leap down onto the ground, giving her a clue on his new location. 

She tried to charge towards him again like a bull looking to gouge the matador. The steel on her head and the extra weight added some power and momentum to her all out attack but did indeed slow her down somewhat. She hoped that, if she did manage to run into him, it would surely do some damage and cause him to fall.