Now that his hands are off the Scythe Ruffnut can stumble back with the blade still in her arm. Grabbing the shaft she let out a shriek of pain as she wrenched the blade out of her arm and threw the weapon to the ground.

Blood poured from her wound to vanish in the shadows and her hands were shaking with anger and pain. Digging into her pockets she produced a fistful of long pink sticks that appeared to be made of paper. Hardly the sort of weapon that should be going up against a sword.

To buy herself a few seconds she kicked the Scythe across the ground at him trying to trip him and retreated backwards into the cave shadows. But from the sound of her heavy breathing she wasn't in full retreat yet.