@ She jerked as the rapier was torn from her body, immediately doubling over and dissolving into choked, hacking coughs. Warm, crimson blood dribbled from the corners of her mouth and whatever breath she could take was wheezing and desperate. She could hear her heart fluttering in her chest, pounding out a doubled, staccato rhythm that sent her body into overdrive. Adrenaline flowed through her veins, taking with it the pain and exhaustion, leaving only fear and the instinctual desperation for survival. She'd like to think that, in times like these, she could be cool, calm, and collected. But presently the only though running through her head was Please, Gods, not like this! Silvia turned to face the brute, bleeding heavily and pitifully unprepared. She held the dagger tightly, equipped with the knowledge that there was a 99% chance she would be dead in the next three minutes. She crouched and waited for it to charge.