Silas merely spinned to the left, blocking the well-aimed blow with both hands, the blade flat against his spare hand, then jumped behind her momentum aiming for her back. The swordsman was feeling a little cheated with such a high name. Maybe she was testing him? He had no such title, but the man had trained with the powerful elves, learning their arts of the arcane. Murmuring a small chant, his feet felt lighter. It was a small boost to one's speed. Maybe now she would stop toying with him?