His ears burned from her scream and he seized her claw to launch her away from him. He released her with supernatural force, unsurprised by the pain as her clawed form scratched through his skin and plunged through the air. A bloody smile on his pale face, he watched with a cold clinical amusement as she landed, regaining her feet and pulling his blade from her own flesh. The blood would only pour from the wound; he noted the position of the fallen knife so he could reclaim it later.
His armour torn with bloody rivulets spilling his tainted blood onto the dusty rooftop, he stood with his hands at his side, apparently unmoved by her plight. He made no immediate move to pursue Carmen, grimly satisfied to watch her suffering from across the traverse.
“A monster you say?
I won’t disagree, but what;
Does that make you then?
He looked pointedly at her altered form through the darkness, although he could not be sure she could follow his glance. His hands flexed at his side, and slowly the blood flowing from his body lessened and stopped altogether, his wounds beginning to heal, although for now only blood flow would be staunched.
“Now a gift I give
to you, despite your mistakes
Leave now, with your life.”
He would give her this one opportunity to leave unscathed, although he was sure she would refuse it. There was always a different ending to such things, would she live to fight another day or sacrifice herself here to protect her police force? Adrian was prepared to deal with each eventuality as it transpired. The night wore on, and the sounds of fighting remained a constant reminder of the bloody skirmish which transpired in the clearing below.