She arrives on the scene shortly enough afterwards, clutching her wound with a scowl. She can see the pretty little bags all tied up, even in matching colours, and she'd bet that would have the prizes she wants-- but there were little rats all around. She wrinkles up her nose, but she didn't come all the way here for nothing. She's not afraid of rats, she couldn't be, but after the monster she'd run across, she's not willing to take her chances. She darts in to grab the bag first, swinging it heavily to bat away the nearest rat.

The boy next to her was screaming, and she'd almost pity him-- he clearly was no fighter, but there could only be one winner, and she was set that it'd be her, so she smacks the next one in his direction. They were swarming, though, and she could hear how sharp their claws were, so it was better to get out of here sooner-- she could always pick the other bags out once the dust settles a little.