Ariadne was thrown off-balance as well, finding herself having to duck one shoulder to catch herself into a roll. Tate, meanwhile, was more than able to get away from them at that point in time; she was too busy trying to catch her breath.

When she glanced over her shoulder, it became that much harder; Eliot seemed to be losing a lot of blood, and it didn't look like Don was having much luck stopping it.

"Here," she tried, pushing herself up and stumbling a bit, reaching to tear off a chunk of her shirt to press against the wound.