Vivienne knew he would be angry, so she let the question go, and let go of him, practically allowing herself to be pushed back by his strength. However, her injury didn't help, and the brunette stumbled a little, but she stubbornly ignored it, keeping herself composed once the male advanced upon her again, following her in this uneasy acquaintance of a game. Time and time again, the pirate was using her body language to taunt, or distract him: winks and smiles, toying with him in this scuffle of a dance. 

Her smile was still there as Vivienne advanced on him with swings of her sword, jumping away to dodge his strikes, and block them every time he came close. Swiping, the pirate tried to aim for any part of his body, but every time she made a strike, she grew annoyed by his uncanny skill, even after he managed to knock the sword out of her hand, causing her blade to hit the wall, piercing itself there. Vivienne's confident grin faltered, almost dumbstruck when he flashed the same expression back to her. 

[i]Damn me and my arrogance[/i]

She clearly underestimated this young man; he wasn't lying. Looking from her propelled sword, and back to him, the pirate needed to think outside the box. Before he could advance, she quickly threw loose dirt in his face, temporarily blinding him. If he had his vision back, there would be a gun cocked to his face. 

"Sometimes cheating helps when there are no rules", the brunette stated, until she heard banging coming from the front door. They found her! She needed to leave. Now! Getting up quickly with the pain of her wound still there, she kept the gun aimed at him. Noticing that he was blocking the path to the backdoor, the brunette was getting impatient. "Move away", she told him, almost desperate. 

Vivienne was putting her finger on the trigger, and she figured that she would just shoot the young man anyway. But like before, the brunette didn't seem to have it in her to kill an innocent person. It only reminded her of the girl she just spared. She hardened her gaze towards him, and flicked the switch. "This shot is not for you", she confessed to him. "You don't deserve it", she added with sympathy showing on her beautiful features. What she didn't notice was someone hitting the back of her head. She did feel herself getting a bit ditzy, before falling forward at the blacksmith's feet; the pistol falling out of her hand.