Despite her training. Despite the horrors she had seen of the noblemen on the Skaa people. Regardless of the eyeless Steel Inquisitors and blue skinned Koloss whose muscles were so large it split their skin, she had never seen anything like this before. Terror struck her like a punch to the gut. She sucked in air as she took a half step back. This...this was a think of nightmares. Only the dead Lord Ruler could have made such a monster. 

She extinguished the burn on her tin. The sharpness of the glistening skin dimmed a little, the smell of the moldy skin lightened, terrible sound of the sucking slime lowered. Her mind screamed!

[i][b]RUN YOU FOOL![/b][/i]

Flaring steel she prayed it would be enough to escape. Focusing on the four thin lines of her daggers she willed them to launch forward from their break away scabbards and plunge into the oozing mass. She had no vital targets to aim for, only to try and cause it a distraction as she tried to escape. At the same time she focused on the thick blue line of the container itself and pushed. Unlike the daggers, the container weight much more than she did. Thus when its weight was pushed against, it was she that was thrown backwards like a rag doll fired from a cannon.

Hoping this was enough to escape its reach her left hand went for a front pouch as her right locked onto her chain belt.