She felt disturbingly like R had felt like when he'd made a grab for him, except she was faster and if she was like R, a lot more of her had been preserved. Daniel grappled with her, trying his best to use his height and weight against her, but so far, he was having about the same luck as trying to hold onto a frighteningly strong eel.

Those claws of her sank in, dragging or digging in where they could, and pretty soon, he could feel the warmth of blood welling up. This wasn't like that other Tribute, the one who'd taken his time and sickeningly enough, made it seem as if he thought killing was some sort of art; she was going to maul him if she had her way. Regardless, there was no talking to her. She would kill him once she had the upper hand.

Daniel grasped for anything he could - the bow! - and tried to get it around her neck.