Ah, there he was. Her lips twitched in a smirk, a hand pressed against the puncture on her torso. He wasn't dead, but she at least got the pleasure of knowing that she did some sort of damage. However, she was bummed that blasted toy of his hadn't been destroyed in the process.
The arrows came swarming at her. Flexible movements (as painful as it was to do them) allowed her to dodge what she could as she advanced toward him, though she did get grazed or hit by a good few of them. Oh, it hurt, but goddamn it she was not giving him the satisfaction of going down.
Another venom blast or two discharged at his person. Personally, she enjoyed the physical aspect of combat, and she wanted nothing more than to get some ribs cracking and some jaws breaking, but in order for this to happen, she'd actually have to get close to him.