She frowns as he gets back up, and watches the sword move toward her, bending backwards, and letting the blade stab the air where her head was a moment before. [i]How'd he recover so quickly?[/i] She then grabs the blade near the hilt, ignoring the slice to her palm and hands, and heats up the blade, summoning a fireball in her hand from the nearby torches, making the blade red hot, and twists it out of his hand, catching it in her now bloody palm. "Well that was rude." She scowls, looking at the blood dripping down her fingers, and she flicks her hand, spraying blood into the mans eyes.