Seeing the surprise light his eyes as Thea moved in on him, each blow perfectly placed a dance of deadly moves that she never let up on. Too often had men lost their heads, quite literally, because they discounted her abilities due to her sex. They saw a weak and helpless female and that assumption cost them dearly every time.<br/><br/>She had many years to hone her craft, more than she cared to count, and had taken many a life along the way. Her prower growing with each encounter, with each battle won. Evidence shown in the knotted marks on her skin, a Celtic design chosen long ago with each new intricate knot symbolizing the life lost in her seemingly never ending quest. The knots formed different shapes from animals to trees to even the simplest of shapes and covered little over half her body. Starting at the front of one shoulder to crawl down her arm and across her back and down the adjacent leg.<br/><br/>So many years and so many battles each leading to the next to land her in her current predicament, flying across the room to pin her yummy looking opponent to the glass wall of his apartment. He was just barely taller than her, just enough that should she try to Thea would only need to tip her head up slightly to bite the full bottom lip. Even bleeding and beaten he was magnificent and she was almost tempted to let him live if only to play with him a little longer.<br/><br/>Through the look in his eyes though you would not have thought him defeated as they glowed in defiance. Even now, impaled on her sword and ready to receive the final blow his eyes held an impish fight. As if he knew something I did not.<br/><br/>Too little too late did she realize the ace up his sleeve as they broke through the glass window together. The shattered glass slicing their skin as they flew through it and out into the night. He knew good and well neither of them could fly, but the landing was going to be a bitch for sure.<br/><br/>He may not have won this fight but he definitely scored his own points. Swords lost in the fall, the only one kept was the one he was impaled on, keeping them connected as the skyline whooshed past.<br/><br/>Even as they fell they faught, trying to gain the upper hand though it would do them little good once they made impact, and a gruesome connection it was.<br/><br/>True an immortal could heal all but decapitation, but this was fall was going to take some time to recover from. She could feel her bones trying desperately to knit back together, her body trying to separate itself from his though she was sure from the distance they fell and the damage done before hand it was going to take some doing.<br/><br/>Lucky bastard that he was some how managed to knit himself back together before her, pulling himself away and to relative safety as she began to gain some awareness. Though as the coward fled she managed to at least see in what direction he went. True in this mire of a town a single direction now didn't necessarily mean anything.<br/><br/>Let him run now, Thea would not give up so easily, she thought as she was finally able to finish pulling herself together. Of course she would have to change for unfortunately her clothes were not able to mend as she was and her outfit did not survive the crash to earth from the top floor.<br/><br/>No, it has only just begun.  True now more than ever, this might even prove to be a fun little challenge.<br/><br/>"Run run while you can. The hunt is on now pretty boy."