Now this is what Shin was ready for, a solid blow had finally connected with him. Though technically second hand, his opponent had finally decided to take the fight seriously. Even as he was catapulted backwards against the nearest stone pillar he was smiling ear to ear.

The wind was shunted from his chest in one gasping yelp, he nearly vomited and was certain he'd broken a rib. His staff followed in short order, clattering to the ground before him. Blindly he grasped it as he righted himself back to his feet, it was strangely difficult to balance himself before he planted his feet again. Then he remembered his missing hand, that was an inconvenience at best. A nuisance at worst. The worst part was the fact that he was struggling to breathe, as he stood there it was harder and harder to inhale. 

Why?

Was a rib broken into his lung? No.
Was his chest caved in? No.
Was his throat closed? No.

He was having a hard time breathing because he was laughing so God damn hard. It took him a moment to compose himself before he spoke. "You're joking right? You genuinely think it'll take me an hour to kill you?" The malicious joy concealing a despicable rage left a gritty and bitter taste in his mouth.

They might not have noticed, but Shin was no longer bleeding. A thin scab had begun to form over the wound, it was oozing but not quite as detrimental as it had been moments before. The cut was just below his elbow so there was still a joint, which he was using to prop himself upright against his staff.

He rubbed his left hand on the top of his staff, the blunt end would do nicely once he got in range. He pushed down on the butt of his staff with his hand, pushing it further into the ground. He used the shorter staff as a prop, behind his mask he was in quite a state of disarray. 

See, he hated this woman. It reminded him of a fight long ago, against another mage. Magic users always managed to attack him rather than actually fight him, and this was humiliating. For all he is as a person, he's still only capable of dealing with so much at a range.

At least normally he is, but right about now he's realizing that he wants this woman deader than dead. He wants this woman eviscerated, and there were a few techniques that he used just for an occasion like this.

With his blunted arm pressed against the staff, a gel rose from the side and against his stump. It wrapped around his arm and connected him to the staff with a thick rope of loose material. "Well, if you want my arm so badly, take it from me."

In a mocking gesture he extended his left arm outwards. Opening his palm and waving it up and down sarcastically.