[On a better day she'd probably be greatly admiring of his own skill. In her own backhanded way. ("It's a shame you're so good with a sword with such a manky personality!") By the time he comes to assist her she's more than willing to pull back and let him do so, take out the last one or two. It's getting harder to catch her breath.
She's seen what happens to others here. She knows what they feel like. She flicks the sword's blade off, nearly drops it with her shaky grip.
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She's seen what happens to others here. She knows what they feel like. She flicks the sword's blade off, nearly drops it with her shaky grip.
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