That she was able to get under the witch's skin for just a moment the Were woman a wave of pleasure. There was something so satisfying about it. Though it was short lived as the woman tossed yet another knife at her, and Edie's hand closed around the hilt and brought it down to slice at the woman's skin. She missed, and the curse that left her lips was immediate. "Fuck," She hissed, her body tensing entirely the instant the woman's fingers curled around her wrist. She struggled to keep her hold on the knife, but that too was fruitless as she gripped at Edie's wrist and her hand opened without her permission. A sharp hiss escaped Edie's lips as she lifted her gaze, locking her eyes on the woman's blue ones for a split second before she was propelled backwards and into the wall, her head colliding with a crack against the brick. For a moment, all Edie could see was stars.

That moment was apparently all the witch needed to pin her against the wall with that blade against her side. Perhaps luckily enough for the Were girl, she didn't seem adamant to shoving the knife into her flesh. She could feel it against her side, and that only confirmed her belief that it wasn't silver. It wasn't silver, it wasn't burning. The simple touch of it wouldn't be enough to kill her or weaken her. But then again, she certainly felt weak considering that she couldn't exactly move pressed against the wall. "Bitch," She snarled as the woman whispered into her ear. "Get the fuck off me you bloody twat..."

The words were cut off from her as the other woman pressed in even further against her. Her feet struggled to get some kind of purchase, as though she could kick the woman off of her. But she seemed to have thought of that too. Her legs were only able to kick a little bit, and certainly not enough to reach the other woman. She let out a tiny grunt of pain as she continued to be held against the wall. "Piss off," She hissed, turning her head away from the woman. Even now, when it was clearly a stupid idea, she was so inclined to continued to give the woman a hard time. She couldn't deny the natural urge to resist complying, even if it would get the blade embedded into her side. After all, she had no doubt that she could call her power to her to get the woman off of her.

But for now, the woman was curious to see if that blade really would be used against her.