It all happened so fast. Maybe that's just the way everything in Emma's life was supposed to be. Not that she minded. Sure, it was jarring to go from seeing the stranger to seeing the knife to falling to the ground with an unceremonious thunk. But hey, being on the ground was better than being in the air, right?

She scrambled to her feet, eyes darting around, trying to locate her own blade again.

Still gone.

Her eyes darted then to the stranger, taking a step back, holding her arms out to steady herself for a fight.