He cursed a blue streak again when he hit his foot, he was expecting it but did it have to hurt that much? He blinked for a moment when suddenly she crumpled a few seconds after. Wow, some kind of latent power in his kick or what? It took him a moment to realize that all the candles and firelight had gone out of the city, and quite a long moment at that because it was so dark in this alley. Electricity, they called it, simple magic he called it. It still hadn't really sunk in that this was the future, or even if it did, that things worked a tad differently from his world.

"Ha! That is what you get for going up against me," he skirted to the side and retrieved his sword (which had ended up going quite a ways away). He leveled the point at the base of her neck, knowing full well that armor had its cracks.

"I was a Knight too, once." He smirked. "My name is Madmartigan, remember it well, m'lady." He sheathed the sword back into his shoddy straitjacket strap holder and prepared to walk away. He got a few steps before rolling his eyes. He hated being the hero lately, he used to be one but look where it had gotten him. Sticking one's neck out for others was a good way of getting it chopped off, the old saying went. But something in him refused to let her simply lie there for no reason, even though he had no idea why she collapsed like that. He turned around, but didn't move forward.

"Uh...you gonna be fine there, right?"