He reacted instantly, pulling sharply away from her blade. Her knife missed his gut but sliced across his arm, and she felt a little thrill of pleasure both at drawing blood and at his instantaneous reaction. A strong opponent... His other arm struck out, knocking her backwards towards the wall, where she adopted a defensive posture, expecting retaliation. He just snarled at her, and she hissed in frustration. She needed the distraction. Desperately. The walls couldn't catch her if she kept moving. Her eyes were glued to him as he bound the wound, lips curling in some strange mimicry of a smile. “Keeping myself entertained,” she answered, twirling the knife in her hand. “I suggest you do the same. I might not miss next time.” There wasn't a lot of room to maneuver, but she was still able to feign an attack from the right as she drew a knife with her left hand – being ambidextrous certainly its uses – in order to strike from the other side.