[i]"Foolish, never let your foe catch you in the air!"[/i] Clubs words ringed in her head, as a quick memory of that terrible hunk of wood swatting her in the chest.

The maniac was fast. Perhaps not a Pewter-arm, but damned quick. She hadn't anticipated such quick movements with that blade in his hand. They were on a collision course and she had coins, where he had a rather long and sharp looking blade. Her steel couldn't push the blade away, not with the small amount she had left. 

Touchdown.

He was upon her, the blade ready to take her in the shoulder. What sweet hell did that blade contain to be able to resist allomancy? Doing the only option with her limited supply of metals, she instead diverted one coin downward into the ground let the others remain on their course, sharpened sides ready to dig into whatever presented itself in their path. Once the coin hit the ground with a ping it was no longer her body weight pushing on the coin, now it the world pushing against her. She kept the burn going until the steel was used up, sending her upward at an angle as she pushed off with pewter powered legs. 

The blade was too close she knew it would strike, but now maybe she wouldn't be run through. Instead a long slice among her side or leg might be the result. Hand darting back the withdrew yet another vial and gulped it down before letting the glass tube drop. He prepared for the pain to tear into her once more, hoping that the blade didn't have a paralytic effect should she drop to the ground form her steel jump like a stack of bricks.