Calla gritted her teeth. She hated him already. She turned and looked at the group. She could probably try to stall, but she figured that he would probably she right through her. “So what’s your real form?” She instantly regretted asking. As always, she didn’t know when to shut up.
Calla looked at her dagger. Maybe… She closed her eyes, and turned the dagger around in her hand, getting ready to throw it. Finally, she opened her eyes and whirled, throwing the knife as she did so.
I don’t know what the Sandman’s powers are, so I’m leaving it to you to decide what he does with the dagger headed his way.