Ironsight was still awake for the most part, slightly dazed from the initial hit by the brass knuckles, he braced himself as best as he could. He was actually pretty amazed to see that an object had hit and embedded itself into the hand of his attacker. Upon closer inspection he saw that it was an arrow in the man's hand, happily drawing warm blood from his hand. He furrowed his swollen brows as if to concentrate on the object, he just had to be sure he wasn't going crazy, nope, that was definitely an arrow. The real question for him was whose arrow was it, he knew for a fact that it wasn't one of his and Spellthief probably wouldn't have been this violent, as much as he would have enjoyed that anyway.
To his fortune, the onslaught finally stopped thanks to whoever it was that was nice enough to save him from his predicament. By the moment more of the gang members fell, each of them with a superficial wound in them it sounded like, they were hurt for sure but they'd live. He wasn't bothered by the lights being off, his ears were just as good as any sight was. Once the lights came back on he scanned the room, trying to peer out of his swollen eyes. There was no way he'd see perfectly so he shut his eyes, relying on his ears, his ears immediately picked up a feminine voice. He was a little surprised by that, just that fact that a female had come to his rescue and to add to that , she was an archer by the looks of it.
Ironsight tilted his head to the sound of a pop followed by a thud and no noise, he already knew what had just happened there. He heard a muffled crack, that had be a bone of some sort, likely somewhere in the midsection, the more she fought, the more he wondered who this girl was. Ironsight raised his swollen brow at the female, smirking a little bit, as best as he could anyway. "Yeah? How about a nightclub while I'm ahead?" He said to her in response, bringing his hands to the concrete beneath him to catch himself before getting to his feet. "My team? Wait how do you-?" He paused, slightly confused as to how she knew anything about him, still though, he wasn't going to question it yet. "No, they aren't..." He said to her in a collected tone as he wiped his bloody and bruised face, wincing a little. At some point his minor healing factor would kick in, hopefully anyway, it was always tricky that way. He smirked a little bit when he heard her offer, telling him he could stay at her place if he wanted. "First a date and now you want me to come over, you sure we aren't dating already?" He smirked, pressing a gentle hand against his slowly healing face, at least he knew his face wouldn't be swollen forever, it'd take a few hours but it would go away. "Well what are we waiting for miss?" He asked, tearing an arrow out of a thug as he walked over him, examining her arrows. "Nice style.." He said to himself as he walked toward the exit of the building, slightly limping.