Jonathan blocked the temple hit with his arm, turning into her trying to elbow her in the neck as he moved, one hand heading for a sickle on his thigh, grabbing the handle and bringing it up to slash at her as he finished his turn.
He smirked under his mask, enjoying the feel, the movement of action. It had been too long since he engaged someone physically. He would need to find a dojo in New York to keep up.