There was pain but she refuses to let it show on her face. The bones are in her wrists are grinding together, making black spots dance in front of her eyes. Her pain tolerance is high but even she has a limit and she's just hoping she's able to get to the other blades hidden on her person before she reaches that limit.

She refuses to accept this as a defeat. She refuses to think she's been bested.

"Is this a lover's quarrel?" Dutch asks, tone just the slightest bit strained. She twists around in Damen's grip, trying to slip at least one arm free. That's all she needs. That's all. "How cute. I'll be sure to tell this to all my friends back home once I've finished carving you both up. And here I thought I'd only get to do the one of you. How lucky for me."