Nearly tripping over her own feet she grabbed at the first knife she found.  Her free hand tried to catch her tongue, only to find it twitching out of the way.  Grunting in frustration she tried again, once more her tongue moving out of the way as if it had a mind of it's own.  Grabbing a second knife she tried to scissor the tongue, once more it slipping away, this time curving up and slapping her in the forehead.<br/><br/>In surprise her hand slipped, the blade slicing at her chest, cutting flesh.  Crying out in shocked pain she looked down, blood darkening her shirt.  Turning around she looked desperately for Dani or Melody.  “Please.” The tongue seemed to be cooperating enough for her to speak, though the word was slightly muffled.  “Help. Cut.”  Holding out the knives she felt a tingling on her chest, the flesh knitting together.