Rags turned her head instinctively to protect her face from the incoming elbow, but this just meant it hit the side of her head and dazed her more than if it had hit her forehead like intended. Naturally, because if this, she didn't notice any of what he was doing with the rest of his body. Before she'd recovered from the blow, She found that her opponent was now behind her, and was trying to press his blade to her throat. Rags let out a snarl, and did something she realised she was going to have to do to win this; think. With both hands, she grabbed either side of Aighrit's skirt, ripping handfuls off, and, with something to protect her hands from what she was about to do, grabbed at the sword and started to push it away from her. As she was doing this, she struggled to raise her torso, bringing Aighrit with her, then bent her legs and placed her feet flat on the floor. Gritting her teeth, Rags push off the ground. With a tremendous effort and show of leg and core strength, she was now standing.

The savage girl then located her sword, escaped the sword, and dived for her own, picking it up and getting back to her feet quickly. She faced her opponent. Now it was her turn to smile as she rushed him this time, swinging her sword down diagonally left like a club. Though she had no form or skill with a blade, she was used to swinging heavier things, so her attack was very swift and had power behind it.