Rags watched as her for got closer and closer, but the savage never moved. She knew that he was still too far to hit, and if she undershot and missed, she'd be leaving herself open, even though she'd never heard the words 'leaving herself open' together before. She had learned a lot from this fight, including the knowledge that Aighrit, and possibly everybody else, often did two attacks at once. So this time, when he thrust at her leg, she moved her blade down to meet it and block the attack. That's when his sword, with a fast, minute movement, changed direction. But this time, she had been expecting something else to happen, and her had was kept free just for that eventuality, as when she swung with both hands she had more power but only one mean of both attack and defense. As the sword swung towards her unguarded side, she leaned in close to her sword and at the same time raised her free hand and twisted her arm so that the fairly underpowered swing would connect with her arm, which it did. It hurt, but it didn't take her arm out. That was when she grinned, this time a confident smile of a hunter who's just caught a rabbit.

Her hand moved down as the blade moved up, and she twisted her arm back around so that her grabbing hand was facing her foe. When the moment was right, it shot out like a snake and made a grab at Aighrit's wrist. If it managed to get a secure hold, then she would bring her sword back up, at attempt to jab his chest with the intent to wind him. If it failed to get a secure hold, and didn't change his own plans, then his sword would be coming right for her head and her arm snapped back to rest horizontally over her head. Taking two hard hits in so short her succession might hurt her arm, however, but this was a risk she was willing to take, as she'd learned from her foe and would now give him a taste of his own medicine. While her arm was moving to protect her head, she pointed her sword up at his chest and jabbed, with the intent to wind him.