Helena Wayne was fast, but she was also a little bit crazy. It wasn't certain if she got that from Bruce or Selina, but there was an edge that she had, one which she tried to temper at all costs. It came out, though, sometimes. Helena moved back, enough so that Kerrigan couldn't kill her, but enough that...

&!%(# that hurt!

But there it was. The shallowest of cuts. Just enough for a trickle of blood to mar Helena's throat.

She grinned at Kerrigan, pivoting around, lashing out with a leg. She was going to kick her in the face.

"Damn. Looks like I actually need that kit now," she said.