"Guess I'll just hafta do it the hard way, then," Neeshka shrugged, mock-casual, and then she did make the lunge Anna expected. She still had her arrow in one hand as a makeshift dagger, and she was reaching for the arrow in Anna's shoulder with the other. She hadn't grown up in the streets of Neverwinter and not learned that attacking wounds hurt, and got you an advantage.

Of course, up-close and personal fighting wasn't what she was best at without having somebody to take the worst of the damage... she was fast and lethal, but she also tended to fold quickly. So she wanted to make this quick, as much as she could.