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[h3]District V[/h3]
[@SSW] [@Yukitamas] [@Yankee]
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Well, she isn't surprised. [color=bc8dbf][i]"Oh, that's the trick. Oi, Caster --- Try to keep his Servant back there, please. However it suits you. I think I'll be done soon."[/i][/color] Speaking frankly, she takes note of the weird puppets, and decides she largely does not care about them; they are a nonfactor. She will be done before they are at all relevant. In the first place, attempting to draw a magic circle, in her direct line of sight, whilst she is actively aggressing on him, is simply not worth his time. It isn't that it takes much time; it is that every heartbeat matters in this confrontation. Perhaps if he were faster - perhaps if he were more capable - perhaps, then, it would be worth doing. However, when facing down a woman such as this, every single wasted action, every single wasted thought, increases the chance of being slaughtered. She will not allow him the peace of that circle, whatever the point of it may be. If he wishes to complete it, the cost is 'a punch to the face', which may well spell death, so far as he knows. Her motion is exquisite, born only from the kind of practice that one gets from years of hard practice, and harder experience. He has made an assumption of her -

She has not shown anything that would imply she is a monster. She has not shown anything, however, but that she is swift of foot and capable of not being hit by a thrown Key, if she puts her mind to it. She's actually even slightly surprised that has opted to close in on her, but not so surprised that she's put in a worse position by it. Perhaps, she thinks, he is as foolish as I expected? Finally, she can actually begin to fight him.

The puppet is, perhaps, threatening enough to respect; it is fast, and likely strong. Her motion hesitates for only a second, while it attacks, before she steps back into him directly. Her motion is unsteady, uneven, and her hands are up now as she presses into him. That is - she won't stay still for even a second, shifting her body to and fro, to make getting an actual hit on her much, much worse. Her motion is toned and sure, even if it isn't sharp - she must be a martial artist, to move this way. An extra step into him; a fist is thrown for the left side of his torso. Her left hand, in a leather glove, jabs out with blinding, disgusting speed. She could, without a doubt, attempt to outright kill him here and now.