Rose isn't even breathing harder, even if blood still pulses out from the wounds he's given her. And she stares, soft chittering sounds, like the noises insects make escaping her as she watches him for his next move.

He doesn't disappoint but this time she's quicker, the only wound he gets is a scratch along one cheekbone and the chittering grows louder, Rose not even caring to aim as she throws another blast at him, incidentally aimed at his feet.