Shard of Thought grunts. "See," she says. "The thing about my forcefields is that I take the damage they take, but lessened. And-" she shrinks the forcefield more, already battered form fraying. "They only relent... When I do!"
The lashing only sends him crashing against the top. Shard of Thought shakes as her forcefield is damaged, but holds firm slowly shrinking the forcefield down.
She suffers it, summoning daggers of her own, stabbing right back. The weapons that have pierced her slowly wither away. She's worn, but still has time left.
Shard of Thought suddenly ceases the attack, spinning and driving herself into Galavain, forcing the two of them to the ground, ripping at what remains of his armor with her bare hands.
Shard of Thought takes it, uncaring. Her eyes have lost all human pretense, turning a molten lavender. She's giving it her all, form blurring into all three Realms.
The blast of power is made of the same thing as the bullets and starts eating at the shield the moment they hit. The shield dissolves quickly and Shard of Thought keeps pushing.