[there is a wasted bit of precious oxygen there when she lets out a brief syllable of a curse word, managing the "sh" and dropping the rest out of necessity. she's not used to shuriken-- who the hell uses those anymore? where the hell do you even get those anymore? and one of them promptly embeds itself in her shoulder. there's another noise then, an angry, violent sort of choked-down screech deep in her throat before she makes a calculated move of desperation to grab one of the other shuriken before he can do anything else. She's pretty sure she lost this fight before it ever started, but she wants to at least do a little damage! the possibility is getting a little slimmer with every second, though, especially with one arm largely out of commission.]