The elf is a whirlwind rushing in with flashing, slashing razors. Tikki sees her arm laid open to the bone before she glimpses the spur that does it. But the pain hardly touches her. The water washing through her eyes blurs her vision, but that affects nothing. She pounds the elf in the face. The elf staggers back. Tikki seizes her about the body and hurls her across the room. The elf goes crashing over a table and tumbling to the floor.