High, then low. Low to high. That was the pattern they simultaneously went by in pattern: Parries, dodges, blows, then repeat. In the beginning, Vivienne advanced on the male with her strikes. But when she noticed him advancing in retaliation, the brunette had to reconsider that he was, most definitely, [i]not[/i] an amateur. 

Backing up, while dodging and parrying with his strikes, Vivienne made a hiss of pain with a grit of her teeth, when the injury upon her high-leg flared. It was enough to make her lose her balance a little, until she knocked her lower back into the worktable behind her. 

Maybe if she played around with this man, Vivienne could easily decide whether or not he would potentially be trusting, and even worth sparing. So, with that, she waited for his next move. With the table behind her, it could get fun.

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