Andrew spun, one arm raising above his head with a flourish. He danced this way and that unpredictable, except that he was growing closer to the castle entrance. It helped him avoid being killed, though he received a gash in his side. It leaked blood onto his white shirt. She was more dangerous at a distance, firing at him. It occurred to him that in fact he needed her to catch up. He needed her in arms length. Now he turned back and charged at her reaching for one of her weapons with each of his hands.