Oh, sure, right, adrenaline. Gideon's good at adrenaline. She reaches out and grabs Tally's sword-hand, using her grip on it to yank her close enough that the blade itself is useless, and Tally's well inside her own guard. She glances up into Tally's face and gives her a quick grin. The tattoo above her chrome-silver eyes is spinning especially fast today. "Your wish is my command, whirlybird."

She tangles their legs together in a modified version of her first trip, one that could, maybe, if you squint, be mistaken for a dance move where you dip your partner—only at the bottom of the dip she drops Tally unceremoniously onto the floor.