Cynthia grinned and reached over her shoulder again, not bothering to say the words in her head.

"Wind and wing, the swift prevail. Wind and wing, the swift prevail. Wind and wing, the swift prevail."

As she said the phrase a third time, her katana took on a green film, and suddenly it had gone from it's sheath to an inch off the ground, without seeming to have crossed the space between. A second later, a gust of wind blew past, and the knife, along with it's fortification spell, broke off halfway up the blade.

"Don't feel bad," Cynthia said, resheathing her sword with little flourish, "you challenged a Blade Master to a sword duel, this was the only possible outcome." She turned back to the pan and tilted the finished food onto the plate. "Especially a Bushido user like me." She added, looking at the fish they had. 

"It looks like one of us isn't getting any," she said sadly, "I suppose I could go without this time."