"No one could survive that," she argued and leveled the crossbow at him.
"You won't-"
Thunk. For the first time in thousands of years, he remembered what real pain felt like. Jule looked down at the arrow protruding from his shoulder, growing annoyed with her for the first time.
"I missed your heart on purpose," she said. "Leave me alone, or …" She gasped.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest. Jule snapped off the end of the arrow in his shoulder, not about to bleed to death before he'd killed the immortal.
"Now maybe you'll pay attention," he said and threw the shaft of the arrow. "I'm going to do my best to kill him before he kills you. If you want to help us both, you'll get the fuck out of here."
She lowered the crossbow, her gaze going from the guardsman to him.
"When my father gets here, he'll kill you both!"
"Great. Now go."
A torn look crossed her features before she whirled and disappeared into the dark garage. Jule sighed, hoping she left this time. Pain radiated through his body from where she'd shot him, and his normally pliant temper was near the snapping point.
The guardsman finished pulling the last arrow from his chest and climbed to his feet. Jule prepared himself, pleased to hear the sound of a car starting in the garage.
The guardsman was done playing with him. The immortal launched himself at Jule, his knives a blur of glinting steel. Jule grunted at the first few blows that fell harder than any mortal could strike. His shoulder didn't move as it should, and he switched the sword to his other hand, trusting his instincts to keep his head on his shoulders.
At long last, he heard the sound of a car leaving the garage, and he maneuvered the guardsman away from the garage to ensure the immortal didn't take off after her. Thankfully, the immortal was more pissed at him than concerned about its prey. A fist caught Jule in the mouth and a kick sent him sprawling. He tasted blood and spit it out, rolling onto his back with a belly laugh. The Watchers would be enjoying this, and so would his brothers, whom he normally beat the shit out of when they sparred.
"Fuck me, I'm not lucky enough to die!" he said.
"I'll be happy to change your luck," the immortal snapped and launched at him again. Jule vaulted to his feet and spun before a knife could catch him.