Blades free, she spins around to tug a corpse closer, not the move of a duellist but of a killer as her blade slices cleanly across the throat of a corpse, grimacing when it no longer holds itself up. She doesn't let it drop and instead touches it as little as possible as she sets it on the ground, ducking low as an arrow shoots past.

"Really missing my pistols!" Complaining about that won't help but one shot between the eyes and no more arrows to almost hitting her ear as she cuts low at wrinkled legs and up into the knee as she rises. "You've got that one yes? I'll keep others from approaching."