[Amanda leans to one side and brings up her arm; the scalpel slices along her forearm and clatters to the ground rather than sticking in her shoulder. She hardly even notices any pain.]

Just remember, you're the one who brought weapons into this.

[She braces herself for Morgana's approach. At the last moment, she drops to her haunches, curls up and rolls out of the way, at the same time reaching for the sheath strapped to her calf. When she comes out of it, on one knee, she has her hunting knife drawn and ready.]

Ooh, too slow. Try again. [She stands back up as she says this.]