Caim watched with some satisfaction as now Farfarello dodged an attack, landing with a sickening stillness on the bed. He threw down the broken drawer and gripped the still mostly-together one in both hands. There was an opportunity here for him to charge at this bastard and tear him to shreds, but given what had happened the last few times he'd charged ... he was less than willing to do it now.

Instead, he took a step back and away, watching Farfarello darkly. This fight could potentially go on forever. If he didn't get his hands on a decent weapon - a drawer wasn't going to cut it - his advantage would be lost. Still, Farfarello's legs looked to be in poor shape. If Caim kept up his barrage, the bastard would slow down eventually; hell, he might have already started to.

Deciding to take an advantage when he probably had it, Caim lunged at the bed - and as he did so, hurled the drawer at Farfarello's head. Avoid that! I'll get you when you move.