Welp, this was inevitable the moment she opened her mouth. Zerlaine reached for the shield, and using her free hand she grabbed it. It was still firmly attached to her arm so it wasn't going anywhere anytime easily. Options of what she should do raced through her head. She could run, but it was likely Zerlaine wasn't going to be letting her go that easily. Fighting, though? She was by no means a fighter, but she was also by no means a fool nor incompetent. He was underestimating her, and she'd likely only have one shot if she was going to do something. She struggled with the shield, whatever odd strength that was filling her was doing its job and helped her keep it from Zerlaine long enough to decide on a course of action. 

	She felt...invigorated, almost as if she could do anything. Misplaced overconfidence? Perhaps, but she wasn't going to let him have this shield. Thankfully, she wasn't unarmed - her knife was still tucked away in the back of her pants. She was glad she hadn't left it behind at the lake when she left her belt and other things to go for a little swim. She could beat him, of course she could. She just had to get a little creative, and a bit lucky. Much quicker than she was used too, she reached for the knife tucked away in her pants and hopefully with Zerlaine so focused on the shield, he wouldn't notice. Wordlessly, she aimed the knife right for the back of the hand trying to reach for the shield, intending on driving it all the way through.

	Hopefully, he wasn't [i]too[/i] attached to those fists of his, heh. If he let go or gave even an inch, she'd follow it up by bashing him right in the face with the shield.