In all truth, the head vampiress was more used to being in Rhiannon's position than leading frontal assaults. Except not so much with the sympathy for civilians getting caught in the middle. Had their roles been reversed, she would have turned up a small table, smashed a bottle, used another of those incendiaries or... Well, just look around. The place was full of potential weapons - lethal or not.

Which made the stampede just downright annoying. Katherine was seeing what should have been a decent plan getting flushed down the toilet before her eyes. A couple of the vampires yelling out her name as they were over-run, clearly in no shape to carry out her orders.

"Ugh! Want something done right, you gotta' do it yourself..."

With that, no-one trying to stop her, the now-named fanged brunette made a hellish CRACK of metal whip, throwing the switchblade into the running masses, not even caring who it hit or how.

Just because everyone was escaping didn't mean she couldn't do an awful lot of damage.