"Tis more than I shall give to you."

Elissa threw herself closer to him, lashing out with her hunting knife at his pistol in an attempt to direct it outward even as she utilized her dirty fighting skills by trying to knee 'Howe' in the groin. Compared to her normal self, Elissa's grey eyes were all wrong now, oddly glittering with madness and a deep, unrelenting hatred. The warmth and good humor of that night spent warding off the cold was nowhere to be seen.