[She snarls when her foot collides with flesh, memories - her memories and that made it poignant and important - of fighting splicers coming up to the front of her mind. To move like Father had taught her, to protect Father. To kill.

Eleanor raised her hand to prepare a strike with the needle, but then he grabbed her and upset her.

And her incinerate plasmid went high-wire and she found herself shooting a fireball up into the ceiling. It wasn't optimal, but it'd have to do. She redirected the strike and tried to send it at him in the next moment, except he was so close that could only end up damaging her too.]