Ariadne has no intention save to get away, to escape to another potential weapon. She might have practised her blows enough to knock someone out, but she doesn't have faith that she could kill someone with just a punch. Not when they're both scrambling.

She's curling into herself as she pushes herself back up, eyes locked on Hitagi - the immediate threat. Her own knees are burning from the effort with which she slammed the ground, but it doesn't slow her down. She trembles, bracing herself for whatever might happen next.