Isabella stood up. What could she do now? Her crossbow had just been shattered - the stock smashed when it was knocked across the departure room - and Konrad had taken her other weapons. Except... A small knife in her shoe. Silver edged, but so little as to be undetectable even to the vampire. She just needed to get it. Gulping, she looked at the situation. Not good, whichever way it was seen from. She looked down and passed out from fear. Her head landed on a soft bag, stopping it from splitting open like a burst melon, but it still hit with a hard thud.