She isn't expecting for the demon to grab her sword but she grips her teeth, pushing through to try and push the sword further in. She ignores the pain of the fire licking at her hands from where she still grips the sword, unyielding and pushing all of her strength behind it.

What she doesn't expect is it's own strength and although she is thrown to the ground, one hand holds on to her sword with an iron grip. There was no chance she'd let this beast take her sword.

There's a flash from the other side of the table of something that Ciri cannot make out but it does not slow her down as she pulls the knife hidden in her boot and leaps back to her feet, aiming to sink it into one of the beast's eyes.