"Get your fucking hands off me," Artemis snarled, the sedative already slowing her movements, sending her aim off as she tried to kick out at one of them. She didn't have the strength to twist out of Elias' grip, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Elias could likely feel the knife sheaths under his hands, and Max already had both of her guns. That left her with one knife, under her jeans, tucked into her boot.
Mind working a mile a minute, she slumped against Elias, only half-faking it. She let her eyes roll back in her head, face turning towards the ground, hair falling in front of her eyes. She relaxed, as much as it was possible to when someone was holding your arms behind your back. If she could get them to let go of her for a second, there was a chance she could at least take out one of the Laskos.