Again, the blade struck, and again, it seemed to do no good. The creature turned with ferocity, throwing a kick at her knee. Celeste fell back, allowing the creature's kick to sweep her off her feet, but her lack of resistance made the attack virtually ineffective. As she fell, she swung the golden curved sword in a swift motion towards Taggerung's incoming claw. The swipe was forceful enough to easily tear through flesh and tendons, and the sword's exceptionally sharp blade made it more dangerous. As her back struck the ground, she rolled swiftly to the right, throwing herself to her feet. She extended the longsword towards Taggerung, placing the curved sword behind her back. It appeared to be the reverse of the stance she had taken earlier. The blade of the longsword had a bit of blood running down it now, as the hooks dug deeper and deeper into her flesh with every swing. Despite her quick attack, she had noticed Taggerung's pause when he saw blood. Her eyes met his again. "What's the matter? Surely you're used to seeing a bit of blood by now. You've spilled plenty of it, after all." The blade, despite being hooked into her hand, floated about her as she spoke with a surprising amount of grace. She swung the blade swiftly, sending a few droplets of blood towards the creature's face, before stepping forward. In a split second the woman became a veritable whirlwind of spinning metal. She came towards Taggerung with a flurry of swift strikes in quick succession. The attacks seemed to be angled to strike his arm, to knock it out of the way, and then slash towards his face and neck.