The blade struck true, carving deeply into his flesh as she broke away. His face twisted in pain, anger and surprise his arm clutches his chest, pressing against the wound trying to hold back the blood. His other hand grabbed at his own knife on his hip. He pulled it out and swung for her, rather uselessly.<br/><br/>The other man shifted in his spot. Raising slightly from his crouched position into a deliberate stance, his hands waving in the air rhythmically. With a sudden outstretching of his arms he produces a wave of green energy that passes harmlessly through the woman. Fortunately for her he was stuck on the idea that she was something unnatural and had cast a spell that did nothing against humans.