[Sheik would sigh in relief, if she had breath to spare. At the moment, though, she needs every one she can get; the first Descendant falls easily and she gets lucky with the next, but any more and the paralysis will have time to wear off and they will both be dead.

Sheik judges her moment, hits the approaching pair with a fistful of needles, and runs after the other girl.]

I do not know this place, but the ground seems to be rising in those tunnels there. [She points toward the way she had been making earlier.] Perhaps they will lead us to the surface.