He ducked his head out and toward a shoulder, away from her clawing hands and managed to avoid more than a couple of cursory scratches on his face at the time, though his arms had several painful furrows into them.
Okay, so she had pissed him off. "Bitch," was all he said as one strong hand managed to finally pry her fingers from around her wand, his superior physical strength coming in handy.
He cried out with more anger than pain as at the time as he did get caught across the cheek with one absurdly sharp set of nails. He knew they could be healed without a scar, but still. Not cool, as Leandra would say.
He backhanded at her, mentally telling himself that it was okay to hit a girl in these circumstances and that even his sisters wouldn't fault him.
He scrambled backwards as a knife suddenly appeared. "Damn it," he growled, having had enough of getting cut on in one form or another already.
He kicked out with a booted foot and made to grab her wrist in one large hand, hoping to use his superior strength again.