Soma nearly stumbled back herself in surprise, her gaze going from the image in the hallway behind her to the very solid Lingormr who had just apparently stabbed the Once-ler in the leg. Right. Magic. It was always harder when you didn't know what to expect. Magic could mean anything.

Her brainwaves spiked again, this time just in the nick of time; she sidestepped, but not quite fast enough, and hissed as the dagger left a thin red line across her forearm as it sped past.

"You're in the way of the door," she panted to Lingormr as she hauled the Once-ler back to his feet by the collar--or tried to, at any rate. As he was a foot and a half taller than she was, she didn't get very far. "Sorry if I don't."

She almost wanted to go back for the katana. It had been Senna's; even if she didn't quite know how to use it, it seemed wrong to leave it behind. But sentiment never got you anywhere in a fight, and she was uncomfortably aware of just how outclassed she was in this particular fight.

Firing a shot at the floor just in front of Lingormr, she yanked sharply on the Once-ler's collar before she turned and ran for the hallway, letting off another at the apparently-not-Lingormr still blocking their way. Hopefully guns would be unfamiliar enough to provide a distraction--though something told her she was probably wrong about that.