And insult to injury, or rather to the one he gives her when his reach is longer than her dart back and the sword blow hits on her shoulder, he's pushing her back and back with nowhere to go - hears the sympathetic wince from the men somewhere behind her when it lands against the hardened leather of her gloves with their plated metal and leave a heavy dint. The bruise she was going to have for that later was going to make it difficult to do much of anything.

"Oh, but you have time aplenty to wallow -" too far back. The next swing of his sword, she ducks bodily out of the way, hitting her knees so she can roll out of the way. Taking the second low to the ground to take a handful of dirt and throw it at his face to make him turn away.

The opening she wants to throw herself shoulder first into an open guard aiming straight for his chest to knock him back a few feet on the ground he'd taken. Shoulder to chest, elbow to the stomach.