Arya froze at the shout, panting, poised in a crouch, katana swept out to the side. Her second-to-latest opponent scooted away, pushing himself with one hand while he clutched at the stump of his leg with the other.

Her latest opponent had a chain wrapped around the wrist of her sword-arm, and had likewise paused, just as he was about to yank. They eyed each other, his eyes flickering between her and O-Ren.

Arya took out the grenade and removed the pin with her teeth. He let go, started backing off with the others.

She straightened, still holding the grenade, glancing uncertainly over her shoulder, up at O-Ren.

But she wasn't going to ask if she was sure, not in front of these cunts. So she shrugged, and threw it up to her.