While he lays there in pain, she struts down the room several feet, stops and pivots, ready to perform her next feat like an Olympian athlete.
Deckard gets up just as she starts forward flipping towards him. Deckard frantically jumps over to where his blaster fell. Fighting for breath and life, he manages to bring the weapon to bear just long enough to squeeze off a shot while she is in mid-air of a flip. The blast goes clean through her mid-section.
She falls to the floor flailing her arms and legs like a child having a temper tantrum but more like spasms than having a fit.
Deckard stares in disbelief, he points his blaster and fires another two shots, right into the chest.
Pris' body finally lays motionless covered with blood. Deckard stumbles forward and looks at her lifeless body.
In the corridor, the elevator arrives on Sebastian's floor, it's Batty. He slowly walks towards Sebastian's apartment. Deckard heard the elevator and is positioning himself to make a defensive stand where he has a clear shot view of his adversary approaching.
Batty seems to sense Deckard's presence, he peers around corners like a predator.
Roy sees the bloodied body of Pris, his contempt for her killer heightens. Deckard waits with his blaster aimed, struggling to keep his composure. Batty reaches down and turns Pris' face towards him. He gives her a gentle kiss goodbye.
Batty then daringly walks in plain view of Deckard's line of fire. Deckard fires off his blaster, but Batty is much too fast, he dives forward out of the way.
BATTY (OS): Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. . . . .I thought you were supposed to be good. . . Aren't you the good man? . . . Come out, Deckard. Show me what you're made of.
Deckard is inching his way along a wall trying to find Batty. We see his blaster up close ready to fire. Then suddenly Batty punches through the wall and grabs Deckard's wrist. Batty yanks Deckard's hand and blaster through the hole, trapped and helpless.
BATTY: Proud of yourself, little man?
Batty takes the blaster from Deckard's hand. He grabs one of Deckard's fingers.
BATTY: This is for Zhora . . .
Crack! He yanks Deckard's finger upwards breaking it, Deckard lets out a scream of pain.
BATTY: This is for Pris.
He breaks another finger, Deckard screams again. He then places the blaster back in Deckard's injured hand and releases him.
BATTY (OS): Come on, Deckard. I'm right here. But you gotta shoot straight!
Deckard confused why Batty would give him his blaster back, takes advantage of the second chance, he switches the blaster to his other hand and fires a round into the hole. Batty is super quick, he ducks the shot.
BATTY (OS): Straight doesn't seem to be good enough!
It seems Deckard didn't miss entirely, blood is streaming from Batty's ear.
BATTY: Now it's my turn. I'm going to give you a few seconds before I come. . . . . ONE . . TWO.
Without hesitation, Deckard takes off heading into a dark room lit only by exterior city lights pouring in.
Batty returns to Pris' body, still counting, but his voice expresses mourning.
BATTY: THREE . . F-FOUR. .
He gently touches her face and then moves his hand down to her wound and dabs her blood on his fingers. Batty has yet to cry, but this is as close as he ever got . . .
BATTY (whimpers): P-ris.
He looks at her blood on his fingers. His face is now smeared with her white make up. A tear trickles down his face.
He has drawn a line of blood over his mouth like war paint. Batty muscles his way through the sorrow and returns his focus to hunting Deckard. Batty begins to howl like a wolf howls at the moon.