Her Swiss army knife wasn't a knife anymore. It became an arc of pure destruction. She ran through the torrents of Shadows, stabbing a Shadow with her first blade, and pulling the knife and stabbing another monster with her shorter blade. Weight wasn't a problem; she could have lifted 50 of them with no burden at all.
As she ran silently from place to place (the ballet flats were a great help), she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her reflection in her blade. Her violet eyes shone with a kind of determination she wouldn't have imagined. Losses make a person stronger she thought. She was no longer that scared girl that crash-landed in the Rift.
Prem was running around, retrieving his arrows. She picked up one, stabbed an incoming monster, and threw it to Prem. He caught it, and grinned. Iyana then tasked herself to retrieve as many of Prem's arrows as she could, all while surviving.
She ran to a different zone, and while she was making good prigress, a Reaper notched his bow and aimed it at Aquilas. But she couldn't be distracted now. She noticed that others had also seen. Maybe they could help.
(Oh gosh if Aquilas dies I will never forgive myself here. Help heeerrr~~~)