Joseph
*Cursing under her breath she knew it was bad when they had magic armor. It made her mark more difficult but not unreachable. If she could get enough of them in she could get through but it took a lot of hits she knew this. How many depended on the level and she didn't have time to try and decide that either. 

She'd get ready for a strike, she didn't know yet what he had up his sleeve but she knew he had more than one weapon to use and that would make him not an easy mark. She had to start thinking of him as a target and not the other way around if she wanted to try to get out of this. Count the marks, be precise, if she could do this just maybe she could get away. That was her goal since she couldn't set up the wire trap.

Too late she found out what he was going to use as she would barely dodge to the right, this would be hard as her shifting weight would cause more harm to her hip but it was better than getting hit by the staff. Doing her own counter as she let three needles stride the same area before retracting them back. She knew how to dance around an opponent only downside was she was tired and hurt which meant act fast or she would lose as she couldn't make a run for it and she knew it.*
David
**The act of violence... It was bliss. To catch smoke with another, to cause discord between two bodies, it was euphoric. The Matron Killer couldn't help but give an ear to ear grin as she narrowly dodged his thrust. He followed the thrusting movement by pivoting his lead foot, his body to follow her as she shifted towards the right, his hip shifting his weight and snapping the end of the staff at Onrya's head, not wasting a moment to let the runaway gain a moment of respite.**

**Whether he managed to catch her with the snap of his staff at her temple, he would loosen his grip on the staff, before pulling it from one end to the other. His hands now gripping the top end of the staff, the rest of the staff's length behind him now. Bringing his arm and shoulder up, the needles would strike along the Mage Armour, causing a slight magical discharge to be released, causing the blue aura around his form to fade more and more. Baldwin was quick to realize that those needles were causing enough magical pressure by digging deeply through the armour to cause strain. How bothersome.**

**He rose his two arms up, bringing the staff over and head, as he would swing it from overhead and down onto Onrya, attempting to slam the staff into her collarbone. His body twisted, moving from an orthodox stance to a southpaw stance, still bladed. The momentum which the slam carried would be amplified as Baldwin placed the weight of his upper body into the strike— the air around the spear splitting from the sheer ferocity of the strike.**
Joseph
*Oryra scowled as they seemed to be enjoying this dance. She wasn't as much since she was injured, had she not been she'd probably be making taunts or something along those lines. But it was hard enough to concentrate through the pain to dodge and do her own attack. She'd shift her feet to keep from falling as she'd duck back barley having the staff miss her head, her countering again with three quick strikes in the same area. 

Oryra would recover a bit of footing as she could see her attacks were working. She couldn't help but be a bit cocky as she's smile. Least it wasn't going all their way with trying to get her.

Through that quickly faded as she knew this wasn't going to be as good. Knowing she didn't have enough time to dodge the attack completely she'd use the threads to make a block of razer sharp threads between her hands before twisting her body to try and avoid most of the blow while letting the threads cut through the staff.*
David
**Baldwin's staff would segment into pieces, breaking as it lost its length. To the lesser warrior, they would see this as a detriment, to have their weapon broken. However to Baldwin, he was a master of underhanded tactics and improvisation. He no longer had a staff, that was true, instead he possessed a _stake_ now, having received a piercing edge thanks to the wire cutting the staff unevenly when it came down on her. Everything had been a weapon to some extent. A chair, a broken staff, ones body. Baldwin had conceptualized this well. Because he believed truly, deep down, he had been a weapon of mass murder.**

**His body followed the momentum of his downward swing, entering a crouched stance. While her hands were risen to segment the staff, Baldwin would identify that her lower body was exposed now. His back foot would push against the surface they stood on, rushing at her as they had but little distance apart. Moving with such ferocity, he would use the stake and aim to strike her abdomen, aiming to pierce into her flesh and draw blood. Had he run the risk of potentially killing his target? Yes he did, however he had means to circumvent her unfortunate demise. He stayed well equipped, and possessed alchemist salves to prevent fatalities.**

**There was more— if his strike had been true, he would use his offhand, opened palmed, and strike the butt end of the broken staff, attempting to further drive the improvised stake into her form. He didn't want her to fight anymore— he needed to mortally wound her to force the runaway to ask for his help.**

**He knew getting this close had its risks— fortunately, hr was confident his Mage Armour could sustain a little more pressure before needing to recharge. Not to mention, even if his mark hadn't struck true, there was no way she could keep up with his pressure.**

**Baldwin knew he would win, and with her, he believed he would be one more step closer to his goal. The death of the Matrons.**

**How would Onrya react to Baldwin's assault?**
Joseph
*Oryra thought that having the staff cut would help, make him back off just some for her to get a steady footing once again. But her thoughts were jumbled from pain and fatigue. It had save her from one hit yes but she wasn't able to easily avoid the next. Try as she might she couldn't so easily avoid the now spike, she would try to move her body to avoid the blow to the abdomen but with the quick movement her left hip would give out. She attention turning to keeping from falling over the spike heading towards her. 

She couldn't do anything as the stake would go into her abdomen, she'd slide back a short distance before going down onto her right knee as she gasped at the new pain. She knew it was bad, she couldn't fight like this now. She no longer could run either since her hip had given out from moving so much.

Oryra looked up at the bounty hunter as one hand went to the stake. It would hurt like hell if she pulled it out but he also wouldn't get his reward if she came back dead. Was it really worth spiting this man? She didn't detest the idea to do just that, but she also knew she wasn't ready to just die either. Which was probably her downfall at the moment because she still wanted to do more. She'd still scowl at him though even though he'd bested her.*