Initially Cris tried to avoid looking at her, but she quickly realized this was not a smart idea. She was acting as an enemy, and you did not let them out of your sight. Tilok had punched her in the eye to reinforce his lessons. What would the Hellbitch do? Armour ready she drew her blade, could feel it shaking in her hand without even looking. She made sure she stood between Mina and the Hellbitch, “Keep me standing, and I'll...” Do what exactly? Her mouth stung with bile and she spat, one, twice, it seemed to help.<br/><br/>Their...faces? She'd only killed once, the guard, and she hadn't even meant to, she just wanted him to leave her and Mina alone. She didn't have faces, but she wasn't going to voice that. The wheat was turning to stone inside her, her legs wobbled, all she could do was watch the stalking tiefling approach, her sharp words piercing flesh till the breath caught in her throat. She could barely move, but the pain swiftly banished that, the agony made her sword arm useless, but her mind clear. She could move! If her sword arm was useless...she swung it it at her opponent's head, with enough force that the attack seemed genuine, but withholding so that when it was inevitable blocked she wouldn't be too overbalanced. Already she was, hopefully subtly, raising her right leg off the ground.<br/><br/>The dagger was in her boot, but it was so far. She also needed to decide where to make this one attack. It needed to count. There was no fear that she could accidentally kill the Hellbitch. Even if she somehow managed to cut deep, sever her head, she would still spit those words at her. But the throat was fair away, she couldn't reach the inner leg, the side, at the hip where the breastplate ended. It should slow her, if she could land. But by the time Cris had retrieved the dagger and decided on her target, precious moments had been wasted, and she had lost her opportunity, assuming she ever had it.<br/><br/>OOC: Cris's feint attempt was an 11.