"RAUL YOU BASTARD!"

Seeing the young woman stop thirty meters away, not attacking any further or showing any intention of doing so, Raul immediately puts his arms back down to the ground to support his body, allowing himself to take a breather, finally.

He also can now breathe a sigh of relief. Had the young woman damaged his eye just a few inches deeper, his left eye would have been blinded for real.

Despite his cuts starting to slowly mending themselves, Raul is actually worried.

After all, the deep puncture wound on his shoulder and the cut on his neck earlier, are actually real injuries that will show themselves later as real wounds once he reverts back to his base form.

Oddly, the pain of his injuries, adding to this break in action, allows his mind to regain a bit of clarity and he starts entertaining a reasonable choice of his next actions.

Flight.

He is thinking about fleeing.