The drow dodged most of the attacks that fell on her like rain She didn't parry but use her dark elven agility and moved like a free runner around your thrusts and flicks of your wrist. The ones that had landed were thin cuts of her getting tired. Assassins did one strike and fade away. Prolonged combat was not what they trained for.

She stood breathing heavy through the dodging and few thrusts of her own that were cut short or else forfeit a hand. "You, I will not yield. You will have to earn this." She leapt over a blade and through your legs she sprung to her feet but she was exhausted and by now you began to tire both from fighting her skill and the poison. You spun to face her driving a blade behind you. She brought down a blade but it twisted in her grip and the flat of the metal hit your neck. "I would have got you." Black blood spilled from her lips. Her eyes went dull.