When Neville's wand lit up and she could see his expression again, Elektra wanted to laugh. He was easy to read, at least in this moment, and judging by the horror and pity on his face, both directed at her, she must've looked pretty awful.
Which meant the snakebite was trouble. Which meant that Elektra was probably not going to make it.
She opened her mouth to tell him it was fine, she'd been down this road before, only for Neville to point his wand at her. The light blew out, though not before she read the intent in his eyes. Elektra had dropped her guard; now it was going to cost her.
"Son of a b-" The rest of her curse was lost to silence as her body went rigid, fingers twitching one last time around her knives. The chance to strike had come and gone. Elektra couldn't so much as a twitch.