"I'm not going to die, I'm going to win!" She practically growled it at him, her body tensing again as she prepares to move one way or another. She was thinner than when she'd started and there were cuts and bruises all over her, including the long gash in her thigh and hip that she'd tried to tend to as well as she could. She wasn't doing so well...but she wasn't about to give up either. She had to win, there wasn't another option.

She shifted her weight and darted forward, hoping to land a cut on an arm if not Wilson's chest, anything to throw him off guard.