Jay lay on the floor motionless he stared at the moonlight that shown down onto him his wounds were deep, as Jeanne marched towards Jay he began to hum Rips faviourte song, slowly he got louder and louder until Janne was at him. He sat up then slowly stood up, blood still dripping down from his wound, he covered it with his hands as he returned to a human form he looked up Wait what happened to my he looked down slowly and saw his desert egal.
He walked over to it then collapsed onto his knee, he picked it up and tunred and aimed at Janne I am doing zis for pride he fired off two shots and missed on pourpse.

Jeanne strolled over to Jay at a leisurly pace, studying him as he struggled to his feet. The familiar sound of Rip Van Winkle's Der Freischütz melody reached her sensitive ears drawing forth more memories. Jeanne continued forward unfrightened by Jay's desert eagle, as wounded as he was she doubted he could even see straight let alone shoot straight. She towered over the injured hybrid and looked down her nose at him. Her face did not seem triumphant nor angry, just a calm almost content look. Two of Jay's bullets soared past her and embedded themselves into the concrete wall behind her. She halfheartedly ran her pale fingers through her hair before turning her back on Jay and starting towards the hole in the ceiling.


"Oh for pity's sake....you're just not worth the effort anymore Jay. Go get yourself cleaned up and try to stay out of my sight for a while. I don't feel like beating you into the ground on a daily basis." Jeanne called coldly over her shoulder to Jay. Upon reaching the circle of light beneath the hole in the ceiling Jeanne lightly flexed the muscles in her legs and jumped up through the opening. Reaching the roof she walked towards her fallen Thompson Contender and returned it to it's holster. Without a backward glance Jeanne leapt over the side of the roof down to the earth below.