[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

To respond to an attack with only sight to go on, with a minimum of time--her sword too large to block with effectively and her body unable to move out of the way of this thrust in time, even now too large. It was almost certainly a game over scenario. Yet this body had drilled every move of both its styles over a thousand times, as the stalwart bulwark that could anchor a whole line and the lonesome paladin from before the Starlight Saint was more than a child. Her instincts knew what to do, even if Tyaethe was barely able to keep up and her body moved in sync.

Don't block. Don't dodge. Take the attack and make it into an opening. Her free hand moved and intercepted the sword, grabbing it and pushing it away, [i]past[/i] her, despite the sound of cracking. And with the attack out of the way, the response was to attack, blade swinging down in time with the deflection.

The fact that Tyaethe was now laughing was probably no comfort to anyone.