Barty twisted away from the knife, which saved his chest, but damn she was close, and fucking hell. But it didn't slow him down any. He sent cutting curses at her legs, unlikely to hit an important enough artery to kill her too quickly but start bleeding and limiting her. And more just came out of every possible fashion. Too close of quarters for cat and mouse. Just curse curse curse, and adrenaline that helped him duck and block anything she had.