"Got it," Sheik murmurs, licking his suddenly dry lips (when had his cowl slipped down? No time to readjust it, even if he wasn't supposed to show his unmasked face) - still in the partial cover of the Shadow, he moves forward, as close to the wall as possible and wincing as several blades move through him. They can't hurt him, but that doesn't mean that it isn't disconcerting to see large pointy things flying through his body.

Eyes glued to what looks like one of the holes, he steadies himself - then, as soon as it starts to open, he grabs the blade with the Shadow, twists, and shoves it back in. Sideways. There's a jolt as the opening attempts to close on the knife, then snap open again, but it's wedged in too far for the opening to move.

"That's one down," he calls out, already moving on to the next. The spears don't bother him, even if he does recoil on instinct from some of them.