Grey hisses as her weight threatens the bones of his wrist, releasing the spear at last. He twists as soon as her boot lifts, ready to fend off the spear, but finds that she's chosen to retreat. How much damage did his blow deal? He couldn't see where it landed, but it was high up on her leg. Could he have taken out a knee?

Using the re-bar to help himself up, he begins to limp after her, snickering. "...Going somewhere?"