Castor manages to get her axe up in time to not take the Shield straight to the face. Her feet slip, and she needs to take a step lest she fall, but she otherwise seems to be holding the thing at bay for the time being...but it doesn't look at all easy to mantain.

"Ye swivin...."

She feels a berserk rage coiling in her gut again, rising to the challenge that's been posed but she stamps it out - she needs to keep her head until they know what they're fighting.