"I doubt that," she replied, almost morbidly amused. She'd wounded him enough that he'd be slow moving at this point; that in and of itself brought a curve to her mouth, a sort of bizarre smile that she hadn't thought herself capable of.

He was stumbling, wielding his weapon like she might just run into it of her own volition. It was a sort of laughable moment, and Ariadne was pleased to see him in this situation. He deserved it, after all that he'd done in the last pair of Arenas.

Maybe now he'd start seeing her as a threat.