Rags was actually surprised when she saw Aighrit's face. Did she do that? Now she thought about it, she did remember feeling something hit the back of her head when she pulled the scraps of skirt. She gave a sheepish smile almost as a form of apology right before she rushed him. The grim expression she'd worn throughout the battle had returned by the time she reached him. She didn't think she'd beat him in a match of sword skill but she had the strength and relaxes to stand a better chance at sword's length than close and grabbing each other. The last minute had proved she would be at a far greater disadvantage if so skilled an opponent could lock in more holds.

He moved swiftly and artfully to her right side and his sword caught her sword's blade. This time she knew he was in the habit of doing two things at once and was looking out for the other thing. She found it in the form of her opponent making a kick at her leg. She kicked her own leg away and used that momentum to twirl, using her grounded leg as a pivot. Mid-twirl she realised she could use this move to her advantage and, without having been taught to do so in her life, used the twirl to put power into her sword, and as she faced Aighrit again, swung her sword horizontally at his midsection with force. As their swords clashed, she realised the downside to this manoeuvre was that while her back was turned, she couldn't see what her opponent was doing. It was both a blessing and a curse that they both attacked at waist level, therefore neither were hit.

Rags pushed off from his blade to gain some distance, then held her sword in one hand and crouched, the free hand raised in midair looking ready to grab. She would let him make a move again, but this time she was wiser. She knew more about how he fought, and would not get disarmed or caught on the ground again.