[ It trips her stumbling sideways, and catching herself against the narrow corridors wall, both hands flat and breathing ragged. The old injuries cut and pinch in aches she wished she didn't feel. But it's not bad enough, yet, why she has to fight now.
Has to try, at least.
Pushes off the wall in the same forward momentum and she cuts back in, forces herself quicker than she can handle - she's fast, she's good, and it might be a thing to savour if there wasn't something so desperate to each strike. She doesn't have time to admire an opponent, right now. Rather she moves with that purpose, swinging, aiming to hit her in center of mass, direct, sharp, and this would be different with blades, but - ]
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Has to try, at least.
Pushes off the wall in the same forward momentum and she cuts back in, forces herself quicker than she can handle - she's fast, she's good, and it might be a thing to savour if there wasn't something so desperate to each strike. She doesn't have time to admire an opponent, right now. Rather she moves with that purpose, swinging, aiming to hit her in center of mass, direct, sharp, and this would be different with blades, but - ]
You're good. [ It's appreciative, at least. ]