[ So, it's a fight. She grits her teeth and raises her blade, coming to meet him halfway. There's a clash of steel on steel and she parries the first blow, moving in a tightly controlled fashion as she tries to find an opening to counter him. She doesn't want to hurt him. She doesn't want to kill him.
She has a feeling she might have to, though.
She retreats a step and then whips her blade around, trying to force him away. She needs to find a way to disable him - hopefully without bloodshed. ]
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She has a feeling she might have to, though.
She retreats a step and then whips her blade around, trying to force him away. She needs to find a way to disable him - hopefully without bloodshed. ]
Steak, this isn't you-!