Narcissa sat at the edge of her seat, the fate of her son and wife depending on the vampire's agility with a blade. She hated the price she had to pay to bail Lucius out of jail, but would be willing to suffer it again for Draco and Hermione. What about the life growing inside of me? Narcissa wasn't certain what blood loss might do to the fetus, but she couldn't worry about that right now. Helena was telegraphing her moves sluggishly so that her opponent would underestimate her, appearing to grip the rapier in her right hand too tightly while slashing erratically with the main gauche in her left. As strategies went, it was fine, though it did concern her if she could actually win this.