The blow worked and Katrina's elbow bent out, losing her hold. But it sufficed for the purpose. She had bought herself enough time to get thoughts unclouded and, igniting a gymnast-like twist of hips, Katrina forced herself up to knees. Hands on the nearest vehicle's bodywork, kicked outward with one foot, spying where the blade had fallen between the wheels and making a lunge for the same.
Vampire or not, she could smell Elizaveta's blood in the air. She wanted a lot more. If able to get ahold of her weapon again, Katrina would make sure that was precisely what would happen in a flurry of vicious slashes.
And if that didn't work? Well... She had been planning on finding someone's neck to bite. This one's would do well.