Oh come on.

She brings the Scythe off her back, bringing it around into the path of the creature.

It's the bracelets that betray her. They're of a different work and shape, but in this moment of practiced movement they feel the same. The Sycthe smashes into it flat-first as she spins, slamming it into and through the door with a most satisfying crash. . .

. . . but its claw tore through the skin at her elbow, the bracelets the wrong shape and thickness to protect at that angle.