Her eyes adjust to now bright room. Thankfully none of the light sources were in her face. She could see that the shadow demon had not shriveled up and died in agony once exposed to the light. Instead, it was still attacking.
Sonnie's disappointment was vast and immeasurable.
At least it's vision seemed hampered or something. Whatever, she'd take it. Sonnie's own eyes, sharpened by fae magic, easily picked out that lone tendril. The thing's connection to Frances. What if...
Time to test a theory.
A flick of her wrist and a throwing knife appeared in one hand, dropping from a sheath hidden up the sleeve. In one smooth motion, she let fly, the small steel blade aiming towards the tentacle between the mortal and monster.
3 successes
Damage is Lethal. Sonnie has the Merit: Thrown Weapons 2, so she can draw and throw in one action.