She hadn't been expecting the sharp blow to her ear and, just as Sarge hoped, it momentarily threw off her equilibrium. Not only that, but it fucking hurt like a bitch, and she yelped in some mixture of pain and surprise as her eardrum began to ring. There was a distinct possibility that it was busted.
Unfortunately for Sarge, Emilie was surprisingly good with the bowie knife. She wasn't just waving it around; she had trained herself with the weapons she had to be a quick, efficient machine, and she was already considering how fun it would be to use his own intestines as a mock noose to hang him up for all those who might come through his after.
"Barks worse than your bite, bitch," she snarled, all teeth, and just as she was about to lunge again, the sound of a commotion and an unfamiliar voice stops her dead in her tracks.
Emilie might not have been the most rational human being left on the face of the planet, but she wasn't stupid. Insane and broken, perhaps, but not an idiot, and the fact that she was now outnumbered made her pause, eyes moving from one Hellhound to the other. She couldn't be certain, but she had a feeling that the one that came barging in was, in fact, the King of the mutts himself.
Her new benefactor, as it was.
"Four to one," she murmured, teeth still bared, broken fingers curling despite the pain it caused. "Not nice to change the game."