[i]Who is this guy, do I really know him... or knew him?[/i] Rylee dealt with people often, a constable's job entails plenty of interaction with common folk at least lot more than actual combat. This assassin almost seemed honestly trying to communicate, even though he showed literately no emotion he wasn't attempting to deceive her through some sick tricks of empathy. Rylee started to seriously consider dropping her blade, maybe for the first time in history a target could talk things out with an assassin, there wouldn't need to be blood. Ideas of peace quickly shattered once the assassin accepted her offer, despite her newly emerged second thoughts there was no turning back. He held back once more even though both swords were drawn, really was an assassin having doubts? 

She was heavily outclassed here, in skill, strength, probably speed, and for sure in power who knew what magic her opponent had... yet none of that mattered, for she was going to survive this what she lacked in combat ability she had to make up in raw spirit, just with the simple notion of a will to live. The assassin made the first move of their skirmish, a frighteningly fast strike with his left weapon Rylee felt herself jump back before even commanding it so, thanks to constable drills being so ingrained one of the first lessons was never to block with a sword, especially with the Police's Sword as the metal would likely snap with any meaningful force. She barely made the dodge, she actually felt the air displaced by the short sword, if it were not for the adrenaline coursing through her veins it was clear she wouldn't have been fast enough meaning the blow would've hit.  

Without any time to react Kiroi fell forward into a thrust, the longsword being the weapon of choice this time, even though Rylee made some slight distance the length of the blade was still able to make contact, it was brutal as the metal tore through her left shoulder, good news it could've been much worse since she was saved by her off center ordination, a result of that same jump. The pain was bad, yet she had to ignore it not even daring to clench at the fresh wound, the bleeding may stop on its own least that's what she told herself. It was bad Rylee knew conventional tactics will only get her killed, it was becoming very clear that a straight up fight would only result in her death. Honestly without any true consideration to formulate a sound plan she went with the first idea that came up, it was be fast, or be dead.

Rylee dropped to the ground, hoping that somehow the remaining light emanating from the disappearing sun would be enough, just enough to blind the assassin for a second, that's all she needed. With all her might the former constable stomped hard on the ill-maintained boards beneath them, if there was a support beam under the planks, she was dead, if was open space down there, than maybe... 

[i][b]*Crack*[/b][/i]   

She could break the floor, throwing the two down the first floor.