Blood flew from the strike, and Gilda feared the worst. Thankfully, Marco had moved out slightly, earning him three red lines that ran across from his forehead to his cheek, missing his eye. He seemed to know he was fighting a losing battle. With one last move, he struck down on her shoulder, earning another scream. It served to loosen the claw’s grip on the gladius, allowing him to easily tear it away from her reach, before rolling away with it. 