The cut slices along his arm, evoking a soft hiss. The prosthetic is high-quality; that includes pain sensors. Indeed, he would want them given the choice, not out of any masochistic but because of what information it gives. In this case, that she's armed- and only playing around so much.

Good.

The second whizzes by his head, its kiss to his ear enough to still him for a brief moment - and then, he snarls, charging forwards and making a guess at her motions. She'll dodge, no doubt- and he has a fifty-fifty chance, left or right, of getting it right.

He chooses left, moving once he's within two steps.