Armed with a chainwhip, Venus has begun prowling the street near the shoe store. This is the time of evening when threats are most likely; there's still enough light for people to scavenge, and the fog is mostly spread, but the cloying heat of the day has subsided. The next hour will be the most active, and thus, the most deadly.

When she takes to the rooftops, she swings the chain, if only to make as if its twining weight is an extension of herself. On the ground, she carries it, hand folded around the links the piece of metal she's attached as a dart. She's a bit rusty with the art, but after the last few days she's returned to more than just competence with the metal whip. She stops as she sees someone else in the fog.

She has made no promises, to herself or anyone else, not to kill. Every person alive is another person between Ellie and victory, or Kankri and victory, or Joly and victory, or so on. She has people to get to safety. She has a show to put on.

She walks out onto the asphalt of the street and stops. She doubts she could run up and attack him from behind, but it may be safer than calling attention to herself. She doesn't know what her odds are like between a chain and Nasir's own skills.

Still. "Nasir!"

The viewers will want an impressive fight, and two gladiators should be able to provide it.