The sword struck his gauntleted arm with a dull thud and little else, the force of the blow and sharpness of the blade unable to overcome the durability of the armor, potent as they were. With her sword occupied by the attack on his right, she had left herself wide open to another attack from the staff in his left hand, and he brought it crashing down toward her right thigh with enough force to break the bone and send a lethal jolt of electricity coursing through her body. If she were human, at least. Heroes like her had an annoying habit of being more durable than they should.