He grunted at the kick, covering his stomach with his good hand for a moment then flinging more holy water on her. He wasn't even sure how he'd managed to hold onto his flask when she'd thrown him down the alley, but he had, thankfully.
"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae te rogamus, audi nos," he choked out, coughing and spitting out blood.