His sword glinted as it passed mere inches away from her stomach, as another barely missed her throat.

He certainly wasn't about to give up, of that she was sure. But what was strange was the way he fought; it was as if he had nothing to lose, nothing to fear. As if he was throwing himself into battle without regards to his own life, like one who believed himself immortal, or had a deathwish. It made attacking him that much more harder, for she was loathe to kill anyone, and it didn't seem like he'd stop swinging if he had a broken jaw. Trying to materialize something one armed didn't seem like a good idea with a mad spinning dervish was hellbent on slicing her to ribbons.

However, she was not simply dodging his blows idly; Juniper's eyes was constantly observing him, the way he moved, how he swung the swords. 

Without warning, her back hit a shelf as she dodged away, leaving her still within range of Westley's next attack.

"I've got you now, human!"

"Tch!"

Juniper did not manage to quite dodge his swings; one of his sword entered her stomach, but the one heading for her face was deflected neatly, by flicking the top of her wrist on the flat to drive the blade away, before she continued the motion and brought her palm straight down into his solar plexus. Taking advantage of the brief flash of surprise, she burst some of the God Hand's excess energy, and slammed her head as hard as she could on his face, knocking the Crimson Cavalier out cold.

"It seems... that I got ahead of you, Cavalier." She laughed dryly at her own joke as she pulled out the sword in her stomach. 

[i]Pathetic.[/i]

It was all she could think of as she collapsed from the pain, dry heaving on the ground. It was pathetic how low she had fallen. To be so complacent that she failed to take in her surrounding, that she had even for a moment underestimated the elf. For a brief moment, a thought flashed in her head, reminding her that she had only one arm, and many of her techniques required her to have two.

But was that really true, or was it just some weak excuse to justify her falling behind on her training?

In any case, she needed to stop the bleeding. Appropriating the shirt the elf wore, she tore it to strips, and started bandaging herself. Juniper needed more than just that, but it would do for now.