The attackers have drawn back for a moment, leaving her at the center of a ring. The brief respite gives Philippus time to notice that it's not just the arm anymore: an insidious weariness is starting to spread outward from the injury, a slackening of the muscles. The room seems to be slowly spinning about her, in uneven jerks.

Erica steps forward, visibly bracing herself. She's telegraphing her attack, that's not like her --

At the same moment two of the others strike from behind, hard and fast.