[The kama was up like a bolt of lightly, neatly positioned in the blink of an eye, almost as if she'd expected him to come. Admittedly, the way she parried looked like she'd expected a piercing strike, and so there was blood dripping down her side as she crouched and took a half step back. She was growling at Vanitas, close enough for the sulfur to practically reek in the air.

She needed got out of here. She'd hurt his toys, not him, and she knew it. Using the grip at her weapon to keep his blade locked for a critical second, a fang showing.]

Don't know if your side's holding back tricks or your a traitor, but I've got a news flash if you're a turncoat.

Your soul's tied to Hel same as mine. What happens if she goes down?

[She reached down an brought up a wad of paper. She snapped it and a brief, small flash of light from the contact paper went off right between them while she timed the closure of her eyes. It was a really cheap parlor trick, even for a stage magician, but the flash might disorient him just long enough for her to lunge back and make a break for it in the chaos.]