"Damn it!"  The strike caught Abigail completely off guard.  She could've sworn the man was just about dead, he was knocking at death's door and waiting for someone to turn the knob at the other side, and so he was barely alive, much less capable of putting up this much of a fight.  His mutated hand hit her blade hard enough to send ripples of pain down her arm.  Her weapon left her fingers like a rocket and embedded itself into the wall behind her.

"Shit!"  She said, instinctively fallowing the item with her eyes and for not paying attention she forgot about her opponent until his fist went into her stomach.  "Ugh!"  She doubled over and noticed him rush at her.  It wasn't the most dignified of positions but for once she was happy she was in it because it allowed her to be closer to the ground when she decided to drop and roll.  

Yami went passed her.  "Damn it!"  She muttered, wincing from the pain and forcing herself back to her feet.  "Okay.  That was my fault, but its not going to happen again."  She wobbled a bit, but managed to find her balance.  Her hand started turning red again.   "Okay.  Okay."  She breathed through clenched teeth because there was too much pain to do it any other way.  "There's another bruised rib."  One hand started glowing while the other rested over her new tender spot.