"I assure thy that I am confident in mine aim... 'tis many a night I hath practiced! Though... I shan't need a weapon for a creature of their stature." Well... she actually doesn't know where the crab's at right now... she hath not seen such a vile being in front of him, could it be attacking him from the rear perhaps? 'Tis not uncommon for villains to resort to backstabbing tactics such as these.

Ah, there it is, clinging to the windowsill! 'Tis how it hath such a powerful grip upon this stranger's long hair. Now, 'tis a simple task, removing the crab should take but a mere moment when its strength compares to hers. Moving her lance into her right hand, Don reaches out and grips the claw attached to the windowsill with her left hand, then pulls it away effortlessly.

Prideful with her accomplishment, she looks over to Lorenz to tell him of her deed. "Ah! Thou should be able to move now that thou art free of it's gri-! Ah!" Well... at least until the crab figured out how to somehow grab onto her left hand while she wasn't looking... and its still gripping onto this man's hair at the moment.

"...I mean not to alarm thy, but it appears it hath gripped mine hand as well..." Well, Don was certainly stronger than the crab by all means, but this is a bit of an awkward position she's in now, especially considering how far she'd stretched her hand to pry it off the windowsill.