Rhys is quick on his feet, but he also has one blind eye- literally- and is not entirely sure what to expect or what he should be doing. Angel's rage-filled scream, however, motivates him just as much as her swipe at him and the pain that instantly blossoms in his arm and shoulder.

Fuck. He hates doing this to Angel, but he's going to die if he stays. The blood from his nose is coming off his chin in fat drops now and he's pushed as far as he can.

"M'sorry, sweetheart."

He spins with the dodge, trying to avoid contact and failing, but gets his feet under him with shocking quickness and bolts down the hall, frantically scanning for a door to barricade himself behind.