It seemed like it was to be a day of worst case scenarios for Sajan. She had been directed to the wrong person, allowing the robber to kill and steal once more. Her arrow had failed to deliver the killing blow, resulting in this scumbag being able to unleash devastation on the surrounding area. Now, it turned out this guy really did have some skill and certainly much strength in close quarters combat. From their clash, Sajan learned it was best never to lock blades with him, lest he overwhelm her. Fortunately, it proved simple enough to maneuver out of any such clashes, especially as he lacked agility. 

It only got worse, however, as he revealed his ability to spit flaming arrows from just about wherever he pleased, or so it seemed. This explained how he was able to maintain his assault as he fled earlier. The saving grace of the situation was that for as intimidating as this storm of arrows he was unleashing appeared, they appeared to lack accuracy. She could easily maneuver in and around the mess of arrows. The only worry was that the ever rising flames might prove too much. However, with all this thought of arrows, Sajan came to a realisation; the arrow she had hit this man with was most certainly not sticking out of him any longer. Had he pulled it out? If that was the case, he truly wasn't all that clever. Unless he possessed some obnoxious healing factor, or his armor was so tight it bound the wound, then he would certainly be bleeding all the more profusely from it. 

A plan forming in Sajan's head, she intended to keep moving, perhaps even circling the man. As she moved, she would take intermittent jabs and slashes aimed at his right side, more specifically his right arm. Though she fully intended to exploit any gap in his defense, it was less important to her strategy to actually hit him, and more to put strain on the wound that she expected was already straining him quite fiercely. If she could overwhelm by exploiting his weakness, then perhaps he would wear himself out, or at least find it all too difficult to raise his rightmost armament in his defense. 

[@The Irish Tree]