Quitxi's chair and back hit the floor resoundingly with the force of the shotgun blast, throwing off her attack as she springs up and losing her much of the element of surprise she was counting on-- she backpedals and whips the kukri knife overhead, throwing it tumbling end-over-end at her attacker as she dives for the surely-overturned table, hoping to use it for cover as she draws her short sword.  Not clear on the extent of her injuries, and having numbered the attackers to be more than her own, she hopes to steel herself against attacks so she can get set, and barring victory will hit the stairs running.<br/><br/>(initiative: 21, to hit: 17 not counting modifiers for non-standard ranged weapon)