He took two steps, craning his neck to peer over the edge long enough to see that shimmer of blue light again, and the woman disappear. [i]Clever.[/i] He quickly moved, running sideways along the edge of the building in case she reappeared behind him again. As unwise as it would be to try, he wouldn't hold it against her. 
When she reappeared on the ground, he slowed, turning to look down at her from atop of the chapel. 

She was panting. He considered what that meant with a soft tilt of his head. Either it had frightened her enough, the fall from the roof, that she was struggling to breathe. But she hardly seemed the type to be bothered by heights. Or, whatever the blue light was, the magic she used, drained her. 
[i]Good.[/i] That will make this so much more fun. Even though she sunk back into a fighting stance, waiting for another attack, he knew better than to attack right away. She was waiting for it. Swathed in baggy desert clothing, he didn't move, didn't tense, letting her catch no hint to his next move. 
Not that he had one. She'd destroyed his weapon, and she had a sword. Safer to stand clear of this bitch for now.

Her taunt piqued his interest enough to hold of on any formation of a plan. Until she spoke her offer. He craned his neck back in a dramatic eyeroll and tucked a hand into the folds of his clothing. "You've just given away your hand." He taunted in return, withdrawing his right hand. He shuffled his fingers, the soft sound of rock on rock resonating across the empty city. He picked one out of his handful with his free hand. "You have no idea what attacked this place. Because if you did, you would know revenge is very much easier said than done." Because he had considered it. Even knowing he wouldn't survive the fight, he'd considered it.

With a flick of an arm, he hurled a small stone down at her. He usually kept them in his pockets to toss at the vultures or coyotes, but maybe if he hit her it would make a pretty little sound. Dent that armour a little more. Teach her not to wake people up and annoy them. 

"You have nothing, intruder." He picked another up with his left hand and tossed it. Then a third.