Her return to her feet would have been remarkably elegant given the circumstances had Katrina's foot not met her shoulder, knocking her side-on and eliciting a snarl that Elizaveta rarely found a use for. She didn't know where the knife was, exactly, but she could make an educated guess from the direction the girl seemed to be trying to reach.
No. Making a grab for the offending leg, she hissed in annoyance, "You really need to learn how to play without those toys, child." But if she didn't stop essentially running with scissors, Elizaveta was more than happy to bite into that Achilles' tendon.