Her eyes caught the flamboyant scene with a sense of awe. The movements were well practiced an with such grace she had to appreciate the display. The first of her daggers clattering not a foot or two behind him the second to his right side about three feet off target, putting up a few desperate sparks before rolling to a stop. 

The fabric dropped to ground in a near slow monition style as audible click of metal was heard. She had only a moment to allow her eyes to dart down to his other hand a weapon! Her eyes went wide as a deafening [b]-CRACK-[/b] tore into her eardrum like a company of drummers on either side of her head struck in unison. She tensed unintentionally as a streak of blue came speeding towards her! 

Should couldn't dodge this attack, her head still splitting from the explosion of the shot. She did what any coin shot would. Faring the steel in her stomach the heat increased in her stomach, the metal burning at a frenzied rate and pushed forward at the projectile. Her full weight multiplied by the expended metal slowed it, but the weapon had stopping power and she wasn't focused. 

Pain erupted from her side as she let out an audible cry. The metal ball lodging its self slight upward from its intend target, making its way through the leather armor with little effort. Balling her fists she extinguished the Tin and was rewarded with a slight drop in feeling. Her legs wobble adjusting to the new numbness as she heard his threat. 

He wanted to kill her.

The masked maniac was moving closer. She had to respond, before he attacked again. She ended the tap on her steel, nearly gone from the burst. Resolve flooded her as the pain in her side pulsed, she reverted back to her training. Find the Pewter in her stomach she mustered a grim smirk as she lit it aflame. 

Should he notice her stance altered, her natural balance altering to the pinnacle of her being. Her muscles screamed with unused power, begging to be used as the slight fatigue of her travel washed away like dirt amid a thunderous downpour. Little could he see the healing that started to take place. She was no Steel Inquisitor, but Pewter could turn mortal wounds non-fatal. Refusing to allow the fear digging at the back of her mind purchase she instead flung herself forward in an eight foot leap that she normally would have had not business being capable of, much less with a wound.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"I am a survivor.."[/b][/color] she muttered, almost more to herself than the masked man in the air.

Landing in a moment's notice she withdrew her hand. Her right hand opened as she flared the remaining steel in her stomach. As result a fist full of sharpened coins launched out like improvised grape shot with intents of tearing into the man like a ship's main mast. With the steel now gone she now had only iron, tin, and pewter in her system. At the same time she focused on the weapon that had harmed her with laser focus. Reaching out to its "metal line" she pulled with a vengeance, not so much as to destroy it, but  pull with all her weight and some to throw of his gaunt. He might find that dodging with an additional one hundred and sixty pound to be troublesome as the coins shot forward.

Keeping her left hand in its pouch she watched on.