He would cheerfully admit he was only holding on by giving ground, a common tactic by a less skilled fighter against a higher one. Even setting his balance hadn't done more than let him properly counter a couple strikes before he was being driven back.<br/><br/>He moved to the side of the feint strike, trying to bat it out of the way before she suddenly split. His goggles let him tell which was real, but he acted like he was confused for a second, and then blocking the first real strike incorrectly, and letting her disarm him while his arm was next to his body. His hand darted down, and he grabbed the hilt of the revolver, and twisted it up, so it pointed at her stomach.<br/><br/>FWUNK!<br/><br/>This time it fired, having managed to reload a single slug during his roll earlier, playing his best chance to get her, while she was overconfident from disarming him and off balance from trying to get a blood strike immediately after the disarm.