[She drops the saw after she hits the creature with it, breathing heavily and trying not to focus too much on the black goo that gets on her during the impact. As soon as that's done, she's turning towards the others to make sure they're okay - in time to see the damage Higekiri is undergoing, and one of the other monsters heading towards Wei Wuxian. It seemed like a good idea initially, coming here with three people who she trusts deeply - but the fear that courses through her as this happens is almost incomparable to anything she's experienced before.]
Don't—
[That's about all she has time to say before N slams into her, completely succeeding in knocking her off her feet. Beck gives a short cry of surprise and mild pain when she hits the floor. She reaches towards the zombie's hair, digging her fingers in and holding it away from her as best she can. Of course, that doesn't do much to stop it from scratching. Without the bone saw, her first inclination is to reach for the scalpel, but - it's so small, and the jeans she arrived in are tight enough that it would be difficult to dig it out of her pocket with her free hand at this angle. She's making small, panicked noises as she tries to think of what to do, but—
After another split second passes, she's raising herself up just enough to reach behind her back and grab something she's had tucked into her waistband, just in case. Once the ladle has been pulled out, she tugs harder on N's hair, pulling her head back - just so she can shove the long, thin end of the utensil straight into her eye socket with considerable force.]
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Don't—
[That's about all she has time to say before N slams into her, completely succeeding in knocking her off her feet. Beck gives a short cry of surprise and mild pain when she hits the floor. She reaches towards the zombie's hair, digging her fingers in and holding it away from her as best she can. Of course, that doesn't do much to stop it from scratching. Without the bone saw, her first inclination is to reach for the scalpel, but - it's so small, and the jeans she arrived in are tight enough that it would be difficult to dig it out of her pocket with her free hand at this angle. She's making small, panicked noises as she tries to think of what to do, but—
After another split second passes, she's raising herself up just enough to reach behind her back and grab something she's had tucked into her waistband, just in case. Once the ladle has been pulled out, she tugs harder on N's hair, pulling her head back - just so she can shove the long, thin end of the utensil straight into her eye socket with considerable force.]