He heard her voice again, but still couldn't see her. He couldn't put a face to the voice despite being in multiple arenas with her before - Tate just hadn't measured her as a threat enough to really concern himself with her.

"Yeah?-" he took a step forward, stumbling from the wound on the back of his head still throwing him off balance and losing blood. He still held his weapon out as if he could strike, not letting her see anymore weakness than was already present.

"Well- I'll...find you! Bitch!" His hand went to his head, returning in front of him cover in blood and he knew he couldn't chase after her. No, he would need to fix this wound first. "So go fuckin' run and hide- I'll still find you!" He may not be able to move, but he would still throw those threats out there.