Elektra scraped her blades against the stone walls and kicked up dust as she ran, making as much noise as she could. And still, for a long moment as her heart raced and her breaths echoed, she wasn't certain it had been enough to draw the giant snake.
But then the thing moved. She caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye; remembering Neville's hasty warning, she turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut, letting her other senses take over. She couldn't scent blood, so it was unlikely the creature had stopped for a snack. Good news for Neville, probably, and for her.
Time to do Matthew proud.
She didn't have his facility for picking out an enemy's movements without seeing, but she had observed him enough to know how to go about it. She let her hearing do the work, bottling the impulse to attack and letting the basilisk come to her instead. Which it did. Angrily.
Time slowed as Elektra fought the creature. She stayed light on her feet and kept well on the defensive. But even if she could anticipate where the basilisk was, she had a much harder time judging the landscape. She misjudged the nearness of the wall behind her at one point and banged her elbow against stone as she slashed with her blades. The impact jarred her nerves. Her grip slackened on the recovery. That was all the opening the basilisk needed to snap its fangs around her ankle.