Tom's blade slices her cheek, a relatively superficial wound in light of the damage he'd done to Jet just seconds before. She doesn't hiss, doesn't scream. She doesn't even flinch. She's instead locked eyes with Albert, knowing that while Tom has drawn first blood, he's drawn it for the last time.

Albert needn't say a word. Felicity is at his side, sprinting after Tom at full speed, weapon still in hand. She's unbothered by the gash on her cheek, determined to catch up to the bastard and drive her knife into him.