catches horns

He struck with the twin spears of his horns.
Ryn caught the glinting point of one horn and stopped it an inch from her throat. The force bowed the cinder blocks she was pressed into and the crumbling wall swallowed her, spat her out the other side where she tumbled through wind and snow. Hitting the top of a cargo container, she skidded across slick steel and jumped to her feet.
On great and ragged wings Saxby descended, displaced air scouring whorls of snow from the broken ground where he alighted, just forward of the container. He rose, towering high.


Chapter 17, Page 266-267