Jo looked confused. Had shooting him caused him to lose what was left of his mind? It seemed likely, unless he never had one. Apparently fake blonds were good at that.
Jo spun to grab something, anything, only to feel him clip her ankle. Down she went onto the sidewalk. And maybe unlike him, who had the whole heal-with-blood thing going on, it didn't look good.
What weapons did she have left? Anything? She still had her gun in her jacket, but even then, she doubted it would kill him. She needed to stab him with something sharp. But with her knife gone, it would take a whole lot.
Desperately, she tried to scramble away, to get anything to fight back. Other than her shotgun, that was, but he was too close to use that.