[Beatrix has quick eyes, sharp ones, but still human for all their keenness. She recognizes the wind-up and has time enough to weave away from the coins - mostly. One skims her shoulder and leaves a clean, deep cut, one she doesn't even register as Vin bolts toward her. She's too exilarated by the promise of a fight, the chance to take this warden down a notch. She forms her fingers into tiger's claws, arms braced, ready to swipe out at her with enough force to tear flesh.]
[spam, Tuesday]