Getting him to shift back at all was a major accomplishment, the way this day was going. "With you? Not your property," she snarled, following up with a sharp, rigid hand-jab towards the side of his throat. What? He could take it! Tersa could patch them both up when they were done, and there'd be nutcakes for all. "'N I wouldn't let him kill me that easily."

Of course he'd win in the end, unless she got ridiculously lucky, but Surreal hadn't survived this long by just giving up.

...or by fighting fair. She used a small pulse of Craft to lift a nice-sized stone, and then send it flying at the small of his back.