The khepesh catches her square in the rib, but she jump-rolls across the free-throw line, dodging the fist. "[color=FF782F]Hah! Call that a strike? THIS is a strike! [b][i]Ha-wi![/i][/b][/color]" A large red blade, indeed putting Jacob's to shame, slices past him, drawing back at the last minute and bowling him over. "[color=A47E95]You have so much to learn! The shape, direction, path, and size are all open to [i]you[/i]! Focus, again! Bigger![/color]"