Jessica walked up to the edge where he'd fallen. She wasn't interested in looking for him right at that moment, but she heard him land - boy was in a lot of pain, but he wasn't dead yet.
Along the ledge she moved at a cat-like pace, tugging arrows out of her arms, and one out of her chest. She'd be damned if a bunch of pointy sticks became the death of her. Each wound was pulsating, some a hell of a lot more viciously than others, but she forced it out of her mind. She refused to fall victim to this shit.
She looked down. He was down there somewhere waiting for her. Eventually she'd have to go down there, make her grand entrance.
One deep breath and Jessica dived into the alley crevice and then tucked into a flip at the last few seconds and landed on her feet, still soundless, graceful. Injured or not, she mastered this, and if she had landed behind him, he probably wouldn't have heard her.
She stood up in front of him and swiftly clenched the arrow aimed dead at her and snapped it. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart," she quipped, winding all her force around her fist and swinging right at his jaw. She punched him the last time they met, didn't she? Jessica was being nice then. Now...well, now she was going to see to it that he didn't come after her again.