[ but this wouldn't be nui if she wasn't taunting the advancing, dangerous combatant ]

Jeez, maybe you are cursed. If preserving the truth means killing the people you call your friends, they really oughta lock you up in the loony bin!

[ She does start retreating backwards, to the glow of the Harime house's porchlight. It's--what, 40 feet? If she could just get her keys out, and then run in, it might be easier, her aunt would definitely be home by now. And she could always try fighting with her keys as a dagger, but that would be getting much too close to that log he's got. ]