It was clear Taggerung's mouth was a dangerous weapon. Celeste gritted her teeth. The creature had reacted more quickly than she'd expected. He rushed forward again as she struck. She threw herself into the momentum of her swing, but she saw the tip of the blade make contact with the razor sharp teeth. Sparks flew from the collision. Her knees bent as she spun around, allowing Taggerung to pass over her. As the creature flew over, She made a hard vertical swipe toward his torso, throwing the weight of her body forward as she did so. Whether the slash hit or not, she used the momentum to propel herself forward, darting across the clearing in a flash of white. She turned on one foot to face the creature again, bringing her blade into an odd stance over her head, with her free hand extended outward towards Taggerung, palm down.