Her eyes narrow as she zooms towards him.

He silently hopes he won't have to fight tonight, he was tired and drained.

She's within 30 minutes of reaching him.

He sighs, rubbing his face and standing. "Who am I kidding, she's probably right outside my door..." He snaps. He quickly gets into his uniform, slipping on his one claw-like glove and sheathing his daggers and sword. He quickly steps out, hoisting himself onto the roof of the motel and swinging his legs while whistling childishly.

She arrives not long after. She parks the motorcycle in the parking lot and glances around.

He suddenly puts on "Another one bites the dust" by Queen on, humming along. He watches her closely, chuckling.

She turns and spots him. She cocks her gun and prepares to shoot.

He winks at her, hopping off the roof with cat-like grace. He hops over the railing and lands in front of her, he turns up the song with a chuckle. "Ready?"

She shoots.

He darts to the side, extending his leg to trip her. He elbows her in the stomach, kicking her chin and running to the side of the building.