The shattering is impossible to ignore, and Matt's attention is drawn to it immediately, taking in the harsh whoof of the wind being knocked out of Natasha's lungs, and the faint scent of fresh blood mingling with all the other blood they've spilled thus far. The distraction costs him a solid blow to his ribs, his opponent taking advantage of a moment's weakness, and Daredevil lashes out on reflex. The man dodges, taking a step back, and before he can regain his footing, the masked man is already on the move.

His intended vault over a fallen display case is less graceful than it would normally be, slowed by the sharp pain in his side, but stubbornness gets him across in time to crash into her assailant, slamming the taser batons on either side of the big man's neck. Behind him, he can hear his abandoned opponent taking the long way around the same display case he'd gone over, scooping up part of a fallen shirt rack to swing at him like a baseball bat.

Time to duck.

The batons lose contact the moment he does, but as Daredevil feels the close whoosh of air as the rack barely misses his head, he can only hope the second assailant had been counting on there being another body between his strike and the bigger man.