With the hilt of his blade still hooked behind the woman's knee, all Arthur had to do to avoid the hand being driven toward his face was pull her closer, leaving the hand with nothing but air behind his head as his left hand vacated the hilt of the sword and moved to her abdomen, pushing up and back in order to hurl her bodily off him and several meters away before she had time to react.

That done, he would turn to face her again, letting the sword disappear from his hand. "Who are you anyway? My last opponents were weak, unable to stand against me for even a moment, but you... I can feel the power in your blows even without being struck. If one were to hit me..." He shook his head and a small smile crept onto his face. "I may not survive. It's been a long time since I felt anything like this. Since I've been outclassed. It's exhilarating."