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Not a soul on earth could say that kid wasn't a fighter, but just like Wolffe everyone ends up dead one way or another. Wolffe considered himself lucky that he had the advantage from the start. Had the guy been closer it could have been him who was crumpled into a lifeless heap on the hot asphalt in the middle of that alley.

The account flipped the guy over and retrieves his phone from his pocket. He snaps a quick picture and sends it. A murmur builds as usually happens when witnesses are around but this isn't new for Wolffe. He calmly returns to his briefcase and closes it with a definitive click before leaving the alley as if nothing ever happened.
Wolffe witnessed an incredible dodge by the charred remains that stood before him. It was nothing less than a miracle that the extra crispy flesh of man had moved as well as he did. Remarkable still was the ability of the man to continue fighting, offering a quick jab to Wolff'es midsection. The Accountant was able to step back enough to make the jab feel like soft poke to his abdomen. It was obvious that this punch wasn't thrown with any power behind it but it was hard to tell if the guy was feeling gassed or simply knew that a heavy punch would be too slow.

Wolffe used his momentum to glide backwards a few more steps while letting another arrow loose at man who didn't realize he was dead quite yet.
little busy with work ill try to post in the next day or so.
Wolff watched through his tinted world as the man opposite him blocked the arrow with his arm, saving himself from death at the cost of his own limb. Tough and smart, considering. The muscles in his arm and possibly ligaments were torn enough to cause that arm to be useless. It appeared limp as the man cocked his other arm back to throw what looked like a hail mary type of punch. He was smart to not pull the arrow out as it would hasten his descent into the afterlife but the punch was surprising to say the least.

Even with the telltale cocking of his arm, the punch came fast, and Wolff's biggest saving grace was the fact that the guy's charred body had to have slowed him some. Wolff put his arms up just in time to catch the fist against his forearms. The blow had a lot of force behind it, enough to stumble Wolff to his right and cause him to drop the arrow he had in hand. Instinctively, Wolff swung his backhanded left fist, still gripping the bow, and was quickly following it up with his right. He anticipated that the man could duck the backhand, this was a flare move afterall not intended to do damage. It was his right that was going to track his opponent's reaction that was going to do the real damage.
He heat from the small explosive was intense at this distance and Wolff's face scrunched in the wake of the detonation. It was one of those moments that made Wolff happy he didn't have facial hair as it would likely have been singed unevenly across his face. His eyes were shielded from the heat by his shades which remained steadily in place. A figure had fallen like a sack of potatoes to the asphalt at the bottom of the stairs. Upon further inspection The Accountant could see that it was he charred flesh of the man who was attacking him. The burns he had suffered would wreak havoc on his body. That kind of pain is near intolerable even with appropriate medications, let alone without.

The man pulled himself up slowly and began to stagger his way toward Wolff, who found a quiet admiration in the inability to give up.
"Respect." He thought, knowing that as soon as the man's adrenaline stopped coursing through his body he would begin to feel more of the pain and likely go into shock.

"Sorry bud, When your name is on the list..." Wolff stated coldly as he notched another arrow, "There can be no other outcome."

Wollf let this arrow go, aimed at the heart.
Anything realistic. I've come up with interesting ways to mitigate damage that are believable. I obviously don't want to disclose those right now, but....
The instant Mr. Wolff let his arrows fly he was already getting another ready. He heard the distinct sound of his arrows hitting metal and asphalt as he rushed toward the bottom of the fire escape. Using one hand to vault the railing while the other continued to hold the bow and arrow firmly. He sailed over the edge and landed safely with a thud on the ground. He looked up just in time to see the man burst from the cloud of smoke running upward. He shrouded himself with his leather jacket as if protecting against the rain.

Wolff quickly pulled a second arrow and notched it, aiming this new explosive tipped arrow of death directly at the fool. The explosion would be danger close as impact would be mere feet away above him. Wolff let the arrow fly and immediately took several large steps back until he felt the wall against his back.
The smokescreen was successful in that Wolff witnessed the man being enveloped by the thick cloud as he leaped from the fire escape. The accountant performed a near perfect flip while putting an arrow to the string of his bow. Upon landing his knees bent slightly from the force of the impact, absorbing some of the momentum and he stood back to his full height of over six feet. Wolff eyed the cloud, looking for any variation, any disturbance or light change that would give his opponent away.

It was the sound of a person colliding with the fire escape that ultimately gave him away. Wolff let his arrow go and quickly fired 2 more in a small spread directly at the base of the stairs. Down here the stench of the alley was much more apparent. It seemed to radiant from the very ground beneath them.
After letting the first arrow sail toward the man, Wolff was already notching another to fire again. The thug dives and narrowly avoids a fatal shot. Wolff is surprised at the dexterity that this man displays and aims the next arrow for the chest. It flies but strikes pavement as the man who is most likely his target rolls forward toward the fire escape. Wolff knows once he hits the fire escape the closer quarters will make his bow much less effective. Wolff begins running down the stairs with the audible sound of the fire escape swaying back and forth with his momentum. Wolff takes a smoke arrow and quickly fire it toward the bottom few steps.

Wolff's plan, if he could find the opportunity, was to use the smoke screen to keep his distance from the punk below him. The smoke would bellow out and give him the chance to either jump down from the fire escape or simply catch the would be attacker off guard. Either way it was better than letting the guy get to the stairs and use them for cover as he closed the distance.

The Accountant's briefcase remains seemingly empty at the top of the stairs while the few vagabonds start to leave the alley in fear of being caught in the crossfire.
No not at all. Never misses is more of a hit where he intends to hit kind of thing. Any kind of interference of course can change things. He can lead a target of course but sudden change in direction or unexpected movements can cause him to miss. Especially with something in this particular scenario where you can see him notch the arrow and know that hes about to fire. You are prepared to dodge and aren't being caught by surprise.

autohitting in a fight would be godmode and unacceptable.
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