Fine. If he wants her sword so bad she'll let him have it. She has knives galore in her sylladex, and she'd stumbled across her dice before. She can make something better, and then she'll take her sword back.

For now though, she aims on driving the dagger into that cut she just made, making it deeper. That's the plan, until she feels something slam into her, shoving her forward into Darkleer who is in turn, like a brick wall. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck."

She's pretty sure she's at least cracked a rib. There's the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. And even as she groans faintly from the pain and slams her robotic hand back, the hand with real strength in it, to push away the gorilla she's aware of a pulse in her heart and how much she suddenly realises she wants to bite Darkleer's lips off.