I'seth had been expecting a great many things from Daschell, in an effort to get out from under her or to get control of the knife back; the bucking, however, was not one of those things. That in mind and caught off guard, the throw worked to a certain degree, forcing her into a hard sit at his feet.

Rather than sit there and look surprised, despite the fact that she was, however, she crabwalked a feet backwards, out of the range of any kick he might try leveling at her. The distance between them to her satisfaction, she moved to get to her feet, tail swaying like a cat's a play, a smile on her lips.