Adrenaline buzzing through her body, Izzy shouted in shock at the sight of her now missing arm. She scrambled to her feet, the action awkward with the off-balance of only a right arm, the grass damp beneath her palm and knees. At least she had not [i]felt[/i] it, not in the traditional sense, anyway.
	She looked to Theurge with wide, panicked eyes, not wanting to lose sight of him for even half a second, then glanced back to her arm. She did a double take when she realized it was, in fact, there again. She took a fraction of a second to wiggle her fingers and flick her arm, testing out her newly regenerated limb, but that was all the time she dared spare in awe at the vampiric power.
	Though such strength came as no surprise--it was blatantly obvious she was not match for him in that--she had underestimated his speed. Again.
	Inhaling and doing her best to not think about what had just happened, she darted toward him, slower this time, hoping to allot a short span of extra time to register his movements before their opposing forces met. 
	Just before the last possible second, in a single movement, she crouched as low as she could and sprung at his weight-wielding leg.