He seemed to draw another dagger, a small one that could apply leverage for his bigger knife. He had blocked toe slash, a singe of pain seared throughout his left arm as he didn't train for two hands, as he used his right hand to take a jab at her side. He wasn't afraid to hurt her, as she could heal herself or he could patch her up. He had seemed to roll back, an arrow fired off quickly as he sheathed his bladed... the arrow heading toward the right breast.