Clay was groggy and moved slow. The woman bounced around and off him with ease. The cleaver opened up a deep nasty gash in the muscles of his left shoulder, the attack sent him staggering back and left his arm near useless and drenched in blood. Appearances aside he seemed to ignore the bloody violent wound and wear it with little concern.
He was glad for the distance she made, he wanted to be able to see what tricks were hiding in her sleeves. She moved too nimbly for someone who had just been bottled in the face. This and his new injury further infuriated Clay, a brief and vibrant glimpse of anger washed over his face and faded along with the frustrations of his efforts wasted.

Regaining his composure he calmly spoke as he began to reload the gun. A devilish grin of excitement now stained upon his lips.
[b]"Give up now doll, many have tried before you yet here I still stand. You got lucky with your tricks earlier but now its over, you can just leave if you like."[/b]

Amongst all their commotion Clay was oblivious to the silent shadow creeping slowly along the rafters above, or the shimmer of a silver bolt being loaded into a cross bow and aimed at his back as cold empty eyes watched him intently.

[@Lunar]