Anything less calculated was a waste of energy, outside of heavy combat. And she usually had a rifle or pistol then. It was a thought she tried to avoid now since it only made her miss her armoury.

After running into the Night's Cavalry though, she missed her weapons more than ever. Even just one of her swords would make a difference, she thought. And she couldn't help but stay on edge, hoping for a quick sunrise and that it left well enough alone like an eidolon on Cetus.

Her back was still bleeding from the flail and she was sure a couple ribs were broken, but the sound of someone approaching had her on her feet anyway, brandishing her knife.