Lizzie took the motorbike square in the chest. Unlike the bullets, this actually did something practical. She had the wind knocked out of her, and a nasty cut opened over her right eye from the handlebar. Perfect. She could do something with this.

She stood up with her hand to her head, feigning that her injuries were more severe. Then she smiled, showing the blood on her hand. "You know, it's really stupid to cut a blood witch." A black tentacle erupted from the shadow of a nearby building, seeking Arthur. She hadn't given up much blood, and it was still daylight, but the spell was strong enough to do some damage. And if it wasn't effective, Lizzie had other ideas.