When the Walker's hands wrap around Malia's neck, her blood runs cold for a moment.   She's been teetering between the terror of death and her seemingly bottomless well of anger for hours now and there's a moment, as she stares into the amber eyes, where she feels like she might just tip to the terror side in a big way.   Fortunate indeed that that her fight or flight instinct kicks into overdrive at that moment.   The dagger is a masterwork for sure and even with her frantic jabs, the thing finds its way right where it needs to go.  She doesn't even wait for the feeling of blood to ooze onto her hand before she's driving the thing furiously in the same spot with vigor.   She only stops as she feels the grip on her neck loosening.  A tremble goes through her system and she takes a single step backwards before Ox "takes him off her hands" and right into a fire pit.<br/><br/><em>Satisfying.  Though no where near as cathartic as when I killed the baron.  ...Good.  I was worried I'd just enjoyed killing assholes just in general.</em>She thinks to herself before piping up.<br/><br/><strong>"Nice form there!  Especially the finisher!"</strong>She calls to the elf before looking back into the crowd.   The guards are looking stunned for the moment and Malia tightens her grip on the dagger and takes a fighting stance again, squeezing a few drops of black blood between her palm and the grip  of her blade.  The crowd looks... angry and even though murdering the torturous bastard felt amazing, it only got her maybe a tenth of the way to an actual escape.   ...Granted, it decreased the odds of her getting an 'intricate' death substantially so there's that at least.  Now there's just the small matter of the increasingly angry guards.  As Malia steels herself again and makes ready for what will be a fight against impossible odds, her resolve is suddenly shattered by the shrill voice of the cauldron bearer as she barks over the din with more "THE WILL OF ASMODEUS!" nonsense.<br/><br/><strong>"Seven hells, what's she on about?  If this is Our Lord of Infernal Law's will, he's worse at making plans than <span class="bbc_u">I</span> am."</strong>She snarks, nodding towards the elf to see if what could be the last joke of her life is flying... only to see HIM flying into another of the guards.<strong>"Hey whoa-!  ...Right, no time to relax."</strong>She mutters, so caught off guard that she barely has time to weave in at his side and try to provide a distraction.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls/stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aid Another: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111464) + 4 =7  Vs.  10.   Yeah, no.<br/>Malia HP:  5/9<br/>AC/Touch/FlatFooted/CMD: 14/14/10/14<br/></div></div>