Rodetta was happy to be back on her feet and in fighting stance again, she was shocked to realise that she was enjoying fighting this man, she had became bored of countless fights on the battle field against nameless men with nothing to prove but a ridiculous allegiance to a nation that sees them little more of shields of meat and bone. As the Ryllan manipulated his multiple sword strategy Rodetta thought of her father, and his ridiculous thirst for battle she was feeling his bloodlust in her veins, his desire, his rage and most of all his [i]insecuirty[/i] he was a weak human who made a pact with dragons because he resented the limits of his own human ability. Something Rodetta  never agreed with. She understood that her dragon spirit was an unnatural merging and she never became comfortable with the spirit of a prideful beast constantly battling with her logical human mind. Regardless, she was in a dangerous fight and needed to use the advantages that were given to her. She was an amazing swordswoman but her skills were only enough to keep this general from killing her, she was not going to win this fight on fencing alone.

With that thought the ryllan had juggled one of his swords near her, in the air to her right side and immedialy charged forward with an an angled attack to her neck with his main hand sword. Now luckily he was a good several feet away from her as he launched this attack which gave her ample time to react. Her father would have probably lunged forward gnashing and cursing with a large swing in this situation but Rodetta respected this man's skill too much. She chose once again not to engage but instead of backstepping she darted in a sprint to her left. Running Away from the attack and the aerial blade altogether, rodetta was in pain from her shin injury, but the huge advatage of her light and strategically worn armor was that it was incredibly easy to move in, she was happy to be more suseptable to injury as long as she could move as fast as she wanted to when in trouble, something her father never approved of. 

Rodetta is very fast runner covering a good 8 feet in a 2 blinks of an eye, while leaving another scattering of caltrops from her starting point to her new path. The part of the land she was on now was hardend mud with very little grass growing, baked in the sun from the intensely hot week that preceeded the day. Rodetta knew her land well and enjoyed the traction she had on this particular foundation.
[color=ed1c24][i]Draaaaaakkkeeeees, hearrr meee crrryyyy!!!!![/i][/color] 
Against her better judgement she screamed as she ran, it was an inhuman cry would have caused great pain to the ears of a weaker man, and terrified the mind of a civilian who had never been in contact with a beastly creature. Rodetta knew that no dragons lived in this part of the world but hoped that maybe a lesser drake may hear her call for assistance, although it would be a while before one could come over from the mountains. The stakes of survival just got a lot higher.