[color=lightblue]"For fuck's sake!"[/color]

The lady was in his face now, sword slashing from his left to his right. With barely a thought, he brought up his bat, flipping the friction-taped grip in his hand so he was holding the lightweight bat in a backhand posture, and swung towards the incoming sword. The clash of metal on metal rang through the air as sword met bat, and for a brief moment, he locked blades with the warrior woman.

That moment went by as his left hand shot to the other end of his bat and together he angled his weapon and twisted it to his right so the sword slid right across and off his weapon, the sharp [i]shing[/i] of the blade leaving the smooth metal of his baseball bat ringing in the air. With the momentum of his turn, he completed his swing, bringing his bat round to his right side as he held onto the hitting surface with his left hand. His right hand switched grips to a forehand and he threw in a quick jab with the large, round and blunt hitting end of the bat towards his opponent's midsection.