This is just the kind of fight he's been longing for. Something to get out his aggression and get the blood pumping. Granted he hadn't anticipated it would pump right out of his body, but hey, can't have everything.

She's a lot faster, and smarter, than he anticipated and that kick connects, sending him stumbling back before he recovers, swords crossed in front of him defensively.

"Well that sure is a thing..." He eyes the blood that's now dripping from her, momentarily curious about what the fuck is going on. It's enough for him to be distracted and she slams right into him, all teeth and claws and pain before he spins and disappears again.

This time when he reappears he's clearly staggered, his jacket torn to shreds not to mention the skin beneath it. Worse one of the tubes that connects his mask to the respirator has been torn free, a purplish mist hissing out of it.

He grunts and reaches back to adjust something, keeping the pressure up in the other one.

"I'm the only one allowed to fight dirty."