Sol flinched as Mithrail exploded towards him in an impossibly fast burst of movment knocking the piece of metal back at him. He had no time to dodge either the metal or the attack and simply ignored the metal letting it cut acorss his cheek drawing a crimson line across it and Sol brought his arms up in an X defense, the only thing that he could do here since he had commited himself to that one simple action. He gasped as her fist slammed into his weak defense lifting him off the ground and sending him flying into the wall several feet back. Sol grunted as he slammed into the far wall, again.

 He slowly stuggled up and stood resting against the wall assesing his injuries. Blood loss was starting to come into play making his vision blurry, his elbow was seriously bruised and he could barely stand on his injured leg limiting his movement to only jumps and rolls. If he could only get one more hit in, if she did that same attack again, then he might be able to sneak in one last hit.