He won't have any more luck hitting her with even the blunt end than she did grabbing him by the shoulders. Ecks's arms seem to sort of flow out of the way with uncanny precision each time it comes close to touching her. She can't both dodge and grab at the same time, however, so the two are locked in awkward non-combat (an anti-slap fight, if you will) until Draco takes matters into his own hands.

And then there is a clear opportunity. "I still don't think this is wise," she sighs, even as she moves once more to obey.