The elbow landed solidly, earning a well-deserved grunt and sparking the realization of what sort of tiger he'd grabbed by the tail in the darkness tonight. In that same instant, an idea brought with it action, as he leaned to take that fist at a glance, but dropped his weapon as he fell back onto the ground, mocking a pained, breathless wheeze.

He raised his hands submissively, as much as he didn't want to, he knew his chances were better with others. He could see even in the darkness, the determination his words had sparked. If only he'd been more wise in his choice of words, but now he would amend his plans tonight. Capture would be the fastest method of travel tonight, and he had a better chance against guards with guns, than he did this battle-seasoned soul.

"Alright." He gasped in German, hooding his gaze in a feint of weakness. "Alright..."