There's too much blood. Åsa can smell it as much as see it, the heavy smell of iron reminding her of a memory that isn't hers but that has been haunting her for a while. She pushes it down, forces herself to concentrate just on those close to her than those who have... already been dealt with, because if she does, she won't be able to deal with it.

Swallowing and refocusing, she turns her attention to the man with the pistol. She's never used one before, but if she can get it off him, she'd be much happier if it was out of the picture. Deciding it's no time to play fair, she darts forward and elbows the second man approaching her and Liam hard in the chest, her knee coming up between his legs a moment later. It probably isn't too accurately aimed, but the movement is fast enough for her to slip past him while he's getting his breath back, and out to face the other man.

She doesn't pause to think; not while she has surprise on her side, and she tackles him bodily, one hand gripping the one that holds the knife, while she gropes for the gun with the other, not caring that her tackle has sent them both to the ground. As long as she can get that gun, she'll deal with the bruises and the scratches later.