He cursed as he missed the grab attempt, and lashed out with the bow, aiming for his target's off handed side, his knife flickering and dancing, twisting in the thin streams of light to try and blind him with the reflection on the blade. He didn't think it was just the two of them, and even if it was, he wasn't going to take his time. Quick and clean, in and out, undetected and unsuspected. Never linger, always assume the enemy had reinforcements inbound and ready for you. If they didn't despite the assumption, then happy times, otherwise you would likely get to live longer. He lashed out a handful of times from his opponent's left, slashing attacks from the side, before suddenly making an overhand chop, followed by a face stab with the bow, which he followed up with a skipping rush feint with the knife, before lashing from the right, aiming for the hamstrung leg, intent on bashing it at the wound with the hard plastic edge of the bow, and then lunged, stabbing for the shoulder with his knife.<br/><br/>If the bow blow to the damaged leg failed, he danced back, dropping the knife, and quickly drawing and firing a bow, point blank into the target's chest, followed by a second, before moving in to finish him with the knife.