The only weapon Natasha has to her name is the metal cord now wrapped around one of her wrists, but it's all the weapon she really needs. She didn't really run for the cornucopia, she snatched a pack from the edges and let the rampant bloodshed to everyone else. Because Nat knows that she doesn't need weapons to kill. She's been killing with nothing but her bare hands for years now.

She's quiet, and when the lights go out, she becomes a ghost. She's stealthy enough to sneak up on a god, and despite the heavy boots, her footsteps are silent. Unlike the other person who happens to be occupying this room. A person she probably has a slight advantage over, given they don't know she's here yet.

Not that she knows anything about them, either. It's a tough situation to be in, but Nat moves forward with the cord in her hands like a garrotte. When the lights flicker for the slightest second, she must seem like a ghost that appeared out of nowhere.