It wasn't hard to spot the child as Beatrix had been looking to the ceiling and balconies. Her eyes narrowed as she continued to move forward, unwilling to let the boy stop her. She normally did not like to hurt children, but anyone could tell this one was not the typical child. It would not have surprised her to find he'd already lost his blood innocence.

The purple glowing ball sailed at her and the Bride jumped back. She knew she wasn't going to avoid it completely, so she decided to use the boy's attack as a form of cover. Grabbing the pairing knife out of concealment in her hair, she threw it at the boy, the small blade grazing past the purple ball of energy. Seeing her aim appeared true, Beatric braced herself for impact and the energy ball hit her. She was expecting searing pain. She did not get any of that, but something that reminded her far too much of that blast of rock salt she'd taken from Bud's shotgun.

The assassin grunted in pain and she stumbled a little to the side, but she did not cry out. She did not fall. She sure as hell did not cry. She regained her balance and looked up at the boy with cold eyes. She'd wanted to see his blood dripping to the floor.