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Reversing the grip on his sword he was able to bring it down to make the strike non threatening but the blade cut into his clothes and the tremor through the armour stunned him for a moment before he could press the attack. Stepping back he righted his grip on the sword and prepared himself. Fischig had to wait for an opening.

Not what she'd hoped for, but it was still a hit. Her form was never without a flaw, but Fischig seemed to be losing ground. Her good fortune spurred her to make a offensive charge towards him, but the breaker was still out.

Fischig grinned, the first blow had been struck, tightening his grip he stepped foward with his left foot, presenting that side to her. Seeing how she charged his seemingly undefended flank he brought his left arm about and a force like a wall slammed into her side. "You may know some devil's tricks but you don't fight with the devil without picking up a few of your own."

The calmness was flooding away as it began to be replaced by anger. Why wouldn't she just die already Jaq thought as he reloaded. Sick of the retreat he charged at her, swinging the but of the gun around as a club.

Jocselin was slowing, his movements languid as his breathing became deeper and his heart seem to thudder in his ears. Taking up a stance he lowered his center of gravity and waited for Jay.

The swing was wide and therfore less accurate just because of the angle that he would have had to aim it. Nonetheless it still managed to get her side, but produced little more than her feeling winded. Before he could shoot again she fired a blast of ki.

Joscelin watched as the man finaly closed in. His limbs felt so heavy and slow, his fingers had already grown numb and it was slowly creeping along his arms. Battle worn and to the point of exaustion he did his best to effect a fighting stance. His arms held up in a brawling stance but as he stood they began to sag down again.

Conecting with the target the stock of his weapon drove to her side. But his victory was short lived when she let lose a blast of energy which seared through his shoulder, melting his helm to his head and one eye nearly ruptured with blood flowing as tears. Stumbeling back he moved the shotgun, placing it beneath his chin he fired the slug into his skull. The body fell to the ground as blood splater the area.

Not even bothering to speak with her Fischig just took in the moment of the battle. Her lunge low towards his groin was ill thought out and it was a simple stroke to bring his own weapon from on high low to direct her blade away from him. Twisting his body he did a half step and kicked towards her legs. He was lost in the battle and the deaths of another man only came to him when he heard the body fall after the muffle blast. "Seems our game comes to an end."

Ill thought out but the results would have yielded far more satisfactin than any other blow, save perhaps a fatal one. Fatal, yes, the death of one of his accomplises could not have escaped her attention no matter how intense their battle had grown. "There's too many witnesses for me to simply go in for a kill now. Tell me: surrender?" please say no.

((Of course P, that's what I do best.))

His movements where too slow and the hit lifted him into the air, but Joscelin was ready for another. For when he flew his arms lifted as well about his face and took the brunt of the attack. The force of the blow sent him falling to his back.

"Surrender? Unto a witch? I'd rather die." Fischig yelled to her. His blade held high in a defensive stance. He would take this one down to hell even if he had to drag her down with him.

Jay focused on the man's body as he still remained in the air after the second attack. Things slowed down...he had time to actually think. Suddenly, he saw an opening. He used an open palm technique to slam his fist right into the bone which connected shoulder with torso, intent on using such a forceful strike that the bone would most likely break indefinetly.

Jay then jumped into the air, just high enough so his body would just be a about a foot or so away from him. He repeated the process, striking the opposite shoulder bone so he could potentially force it out of its socket.

Jay's feet landed on the ground and that would allow his opponent to touch ground as well. He searched for that kunai he'd been using earlier and found it, ready to deliver the crucial death blow now.