A cross of wills, and a moment of decision. Tanya dove down against the icy cobblestones, black ink chasing white clouds of breath as she grasped for her chance at survival. She grasped at the hilt of her knife, channeling the last of her energy, the last scraps of her fear into the feathers she'd left behind, when a slab of cold metal slammed into her vision with a clang. That was the last sound she heard. The reflection of moonlight, a silhouette of combat stained across the metal the last thing she saw. Blindly she flung out the last Feathers of Innocence, her magic burying itself in Zande's back to rip his soul from his body. The cannibal had taken her arm just below the elbow, somehow mustering the presence of mind to react to her guile. She neither knew nor cared. Fate is cruel, and demons even more so, as Zande would soon learn from the Rules Snake that was already feasting on his life.