Jean was not so foolish to play a risky gambit without some way to follow up, it was honestly rude of Greystoke to presume she would just lie down and die to a single swipe of a blade. In her left hand the fingers loosened their grip on the metal rod. The Rod's momentum transferred into the ground, she twisted her body away from her previous path. The staff slammed to the ground, sending chunks of earth flying away from the impact. Her fingers crunched together into a tight fist, the muscles in her arm tensed and she brought her hand back towards Greystoke. His blade would reach her first, but it would not reach her heart. Her swing's momentum allowed her to push her right foot towards Greystoke, twisting her body even more towards him.

The blade shoved its way through her shirt, tearing a hole in her ribcage just below her breast. It cut into the bone, breaking two of her ribs and punching a hole into her left lung. The pain was excruciating, but her heart had been missed.

As the blade penetrated her body, her swing was still in motion. The back of her hand and forearm were aimed at the side of Greystoke's head, he may have landed a blow on Jean but she too would land a blow on him. The blade's wound was not immediately fatal, but her strikes carried enough force to crush bones with ease. Greystoke would have two options; Try to fare the storm and take the hit, or to back away from Jean's strike.