She simply stood there, watching him with a calm expression. What he didn't know, is that she was no rookie in battle, she's fought in wars for many ages, close up combat of many styles being apart of that, Roman, Greek, German, Russian, Aztec, all of these different styles in history she has fought against and observed, learned the humans style, not only that, but she took her own training as a Seraphim to begin with long ago. 

She watched as he dashed, only tilting her sword a slight bit more, angling her knees down slightly in preparation, her right foot edging back to create spacing for her sword arm while her left remained in it's centered position, though tilted the slightest bit. Her wings however, moved closer to her front, covering even more of her body at the front, making a very small target to strike at, eliminating his zig-zaging maneuver tactic in a single twitch of wing span. She ignored the false jab, as it was directed to her flank, even if it struck, she was guarded, her eyes followed the makeshift spear as her power grew even more around them, the wind picking up speed, becoming a force of at least ten miles per hour, capable of whipping hair astray easily and wildly, but not enough to disrupt unbalanced people's footing in the least, it was growing however.

When he finally did attack, aiming from the right side, her wing raised almost automatically, as if having a mind of it's own, her eyes still locked on the spear, but now her eyes locked on him, watching him as his arm flowed downward. Soon enough, within a heartbeat of a moment, the clash of the spear and her wing hit, one thing he would now know, is that her wings were more than for flight and show, it was like hitting a force-field of pure concrete, stopping the force of impact in one solid action with enough force that it'd seem like someone just ran into a moving shield to the face. Ten tons of force hitting the pure power of not only her own darkness flow, but her bodily flow of energy, her wings giving off a slight shimmer of color at the impact. 

She was prepared for an attack however, with the stance she took before he charged and during he charge, she suddenly sprung into her own counter-attack, her wing that the makeshift spear hit suddenly pushed out, slamming into the weapon and moving it upward, as she herself moved, her right foot slid forward and she launched her sword in a arc to the upper right-to-left side of her opponent, coming in a upwards diagonal angle. Hoping to use the heavy attack against her opponent with a lightning quick precise counter-attack to the stomach going up to the shoulder and out in one fell swoop. The dark, chaotic, hellish power of the sword giving off a burning sensation even as it grew closer to her opponent...as if happy to want to taste flesh.