If Iman could stop the motion of events to think about what was happening, she would understand that Nick is firing with intent to spear and snare, and he's an expert marksman but his arm is broken and he's aiming from the ground, there's a chance the hook won't hit its mark, and even if it does, a harsh flap of those wings could adversely affect her comrade, dragging him in, hurting him worse, and she would conclude that what they need is a stabilizing force, something to brace their enemy against, make sure the shot hits and disarms, rather than only angers.

But there is no time to think about any of this. There is raw instinct and the rhythm she and Nick have developed, and these alone are enough for her to jerk to the side as directed, pivot on her organic arm, raise the mechanical one, and fire a reflexive burst of etheric energy, designed to envelop and tug the creature forward sharply, driving him to meet Nick's grapple with force and momentum.