Oh, Mask. She had a knife, and she was obviously better at this than Neeshka. The tiefling rolled back to her own feet quickly, scrambling a couple paces back and eying Anna more warily, trying to look for a weakness. Besides the arrow through the shoulder, anyway.

"This'd be a lot easier if you just went quietly," she groused, and this time spun out a quick kick, aiming for Anna's hip to knock her off-balance from that crouch. She knew the basics of hand-to-hand, in a kind of kung-fu-ish style, but it by far wasn't her best. She definitely wanted that knife. Maybe she could nick it over the course of this fight-- or once Anna was dead.