She wishes for a moment that she could watch him shoot again, but that gets pushed aside as soon as they enter the cavern. An eyeblink to assess the situation--she lunges, slitting the throat of the third in a wild swing. Blood gets in eyes, but she throws the knife at the fourth and last man.

She turns, scrubbing blood from her eyes, to check the kill. She missed--but not entirely. The knife entered at the base of his neck rather than in the throat proper. The man lies thrashing on the floor, still alive.

She sighs, crouching beside him. A knee rested on his chest still him somewhat. She pulls the knife from his throat and slips to the hilt in his heart, twisting it to be sure.

She stands, pulling her knife free from the dead man. She's vaguely angry at herself--she prefers a clean kill when working this close.