Hearing his declaration of bleakness, Vivienne knew he would be angry, so she let the question go, and let go of him, practically allowing herself to be pushed back by his strength. However, her injury didn't help, and the brunette stumbled a little, but she stubbornly ignored it, keeping herself composed once the male advanced upon her again, following her in this uneasy acquaintance of a game. Time and time again, the pirate was using her body language to taunt, or distract him: winks and smiles, toying with him in this scuffle of a dance. 

Her smile was still there as Vivienne advanced on him with swings of her sword, jumping away to dodge his strikes, and block them every time he came close. Swiping, the pirate tried to aim for any part of his body, but every time she made a strike, she grew annoyed by his uncanny skill, even after he managed to knock the sword out of her hand, causing her blade to hit the wall, piercing itself there. Vivienne's confident grin faltered, almost dumbstruck when he flashed the same expression back to her. 

[i]Damn me and my arrogance[/i]

She clearly underestimated this young man; he wasn't lying. Looking from her propelled sword, and back to him, the pirate needed to think outside the box. Feeling the pain of her leg hit her for the umpteenth time, Vivienne gave in, making a pained grunt, and slumped to the ground. "You may be right...that I would need to be tended", she groaned from where she was. She feigned the act, waiting for him to get close, and before he would know anything, there was loose dirt thrown at his face, temporarily blinding him. If he had his vision back, there would be a gun cocked to his face. 

((In my next post, she would be knocked out lol))