She let loose a vituperative swear when her nose broke, the delicate bones in her foot shattering at the strike. Grunting at the impact of his elbow in her side, she released him, staggering away with a low, animalistic whine of pain.

It's clear she wasn't a fighter, not one that could go toe to toe with another vampire at the very least-- Ezio's Achille's had been his lack of an answer for her speed and strength. She could teach him though. She would, she would. She'd tear away anything and everything that tied him to humanity still, until he had no where else to turn but straight into her welcoming arms.

"You can't take him from me! I'll find him, I will roam the whole of the earth to take back what is mine, I swear it!"