There's a soft 'thumpsplsh' as what's left of her arm falls away, landing in the water at her feet. She has the nunchuks in one hand, waiting for an opportunity to spin them around. If she can disarm him, she can kill him.

"The only one killing anything is you! Every year! All twelve of us, killed, even if we beg mercy. But I won't beg!" She shouts at him, starting to spin the nunchuks. She's going to attack soon.

"This world is my home and I never asked for this!" She suddenly lunges outward, trying to smack Luka's hand with the solid end of the nunchuk to get him to drop his weapon.