Clarissa stood up quickly as she looked at the monster, running forward and ducking to avoid a flailed arm. She grabbed the knife and twisted it as sharply as she could before tugging it out and darting away as quickly as she could, her gun drawn the entire time. She threw the dagger at the fellow who had just literally broken his ass, watching the metal slide across the asphalt and stop just at his feet. Her breath came quicker as she looked around for somewhere to hide.
Think, Clari, think! You can do this! she thought desperately, panting then smiling wickedly as she saw a building with a fire escape. Kicking her shoes off toward the man, she quickly scurried her way up the iron ladders and stairs. She didn't stop moving until she reached the roof of the building, relieved at now literally having an upper hand. She looked down at her sidearm then took a deep breath before firing off two shots at the base of the demon's neck, working to try and sever the spinal cord, or perhaps hit an artery. She was well aware of the location of the jugular vein, and hoped that just maybe the bullet would go far enough.
She had learned through being in the force, that being the smaller person was only helpful if you were small enough to run beneath the target's legs without touching any bit of them. With men, this became more difficult. With demons? Hell, she didn't even want to find out. Taking a deep breath, she waited to see if the demon would drop or turn to face her, readying her aim to take another shot if necessary. She watched as everything seemed to slow, the black liquid dripping and the crazy ass fools who joined her and broken-ass-man seeming to run like lover's in a movie.