[ DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EFFORT IT TOOK NOT TO ESCALATE IMMEDIATELY INTO MURDER? AND THEN YOU RUIN IT?!

but fine, Yor was ready for that and leaps backward before the hit can slice into her. she fumbles a bit with her pocket, drawing out two palm sized stilettos and flicking them at the creature's eyes with a grace that wasn't apparent just a second earlier. if it hits, fantastic. but right now she's hoping that will buy her enough time to race into that corridor because wherever Belos doesn't want her to be, is probably where Hunter should be. and he's what matters.

p.s. they're dipped in cyanide. hope you share your nephew's allergies! ]