She'd been about to go for the first bullet when a glint on the biker's belt caught her attention. Quick as a flash, she had the knife off of him, and in her hand, even as he whimpered, headed to death. Rather than keeping calling them over, she snapped out an order for the rest of them to just line up and wait their turn, and they, quite obligingly, did.

Then, with a muttered apology, and hoping he'd be distracted by the blood that she'd so nicely brought and not turn around when he got his strength back and send her flying or stake her or something before he realized she was trying to help, she went after the first bullet. To her credit--enhanced-speed, dexterity, eyesight and reflexes made her very fast about it?