As Celeste grabbed Taggerung's longsword, two inch long fishing hooks sprung from the hilt, embedding themselves into Celeste's flesh. Four hooked each finger, the hook snugly fitting itself around the bone. Two hooks hooked into the thumb, the upper and lower bone. Finally, two hooks dug into either side of her palm. Taggerung watched as Celeste gripped the sword, knowing now would be the best time to strike once more, despite the third party now involved in the fight. Taggerung crouched his body, in the same vain that a spring is wound tight. With an immense push of his legs, he launched himself into the air, high above even the trees. The force behind the kick-off had broken the wooden branch, sending the branch crashing to the ground. Nearly 35 feet in the air now, Taggerung positioned himself almost directly above Celeste, both eyes now on the woman. Taggerung hurtled towards the ground, mouth slightly agape, and claws out in front of him. Taggerung brought both claws down in front of him, attempting to bring them down Celeste's chest, starting at the bottom of the throat. Taggerung made sure to land at least a foot away from the woman, as landing directly on top of her would not be beneficial for either party.