Raleigh doesn't prefer close-quarters, but he can work with it. Fighting is like breathing, even if it's been years. Even if he's slightly out of shape. She's pushing harder than the others have, his breathing kicked up a notch, his pulse beginning to race.

She likes being personal as soon as she can. That's the first thing he realizes about Jim. It doesn't matter what she's doing. But that's an easy thing to read immediately.

Both hands on his weapon, he gives a powerful shove, wood smacking against wood as he hopes to throw her away from him.