If Flayer felt annoyed by Rae's retort, it didn't show it.  Elizabeth doubted it did.  It never cared what other people thought, like everyone else were nothing more than gnats buzzing uselessly about its head.  But she allowed herself a brief instant of relief, knowing that the woman had a game in mind.  Whether it would be enough remained to be seen.  She nodded imperceptibly, then made ready her advance.<br/><br/>Rae was fast, that much was obvious.  But this wasn't the first time Elizabeth had needed to put on an act, and she was ready for it.  She flowed to the right, her movement lacking its usual grace but forceful enough from lack of rest to bring her out of harms way.  As she passed she brought the knife up, the blackened blade grazing past the woman's arm.  It was an intentionally sloppy gesture, but a convincing one.  No doubt Flayer would guess their game if they kept it up for too long without any severe blows.  They would need to create an opening, a precious few seconds that could be used to put at least another floor between them and the Beast.  Only then might they manage to dodge the salvo of strikes that would surely rain down upon them.<br/><br/>Elizabeth turned on her heel, took the blade in both hands, then made an exaggerated stabbing gesture towards the woman's back.  Her foot hit clumsily against the metal, shaking it and hopefully giving away her position.  Though killing Rae would ensure her own safety, she would prefer it not come to anything so morbid as that.