Her fire blade swung through empty air now as the elf showed superhuman agility to be able to dodge her swing in such a short amount of time, catching her ever so slightly off guard. She gritted her teeth, eyes darting to her opponent's new position as he rolled around her left side and then out of sight behind her, all while her swing had been coming down upon him. The tip of her solid flame sword collided with the ground, scratching the stone tile and causing sparks to shoot upwards. He was fast, but she was she, so his gleeful cackling might just be counting his dragons before they hatched. All of the momentum she had to overcome was in her body rather then the virtually weightless sword, so as soon as her arms were done swinging downward she was able to begin her next move.

He was probably done with his roll by now and would be executing his next attack now. She had to react fast; either jump away to try or swing at him before he could both strike at her and escape out of range. Even though she was cocky she just witnessed how fast he had been so she knew she probably couldn't hit him before the attack came in at all, so that option was out of the question. With this split second decision it mostly came down to instinct, and her instinct often told her to attack and hope for the best rather then run away like a scaredy cat. She could regenerate and she had no reason to believe that he could, and her sword was bigger then his daggers, so if they were to exchange blows she figured she'd be on top in the end.

She lifted her blade and began to swing it to the left to try and chase the path he had traveled and hopefully catch him behind her with a horizontal slash at his hip level, which was a little higher then her's given their height difference. She was indeed fast, probably faster then her opponent expected, but apparently not fast enough to be able to twirl around all the way in time. She felt an icy, painful chill rip across the back of her left leg above the knee, the leg that had been allowing her to twirl around on her heel. She glanced down, seeing a spray of crimson splattering out of the back and side of her leg, a wound deep enough to cause her to crumple and stop her spin so that he was still at around a 90 degree angle from where her front was facing. Her right foot, which had previously been up in the air as it pushed off the ground to start her spin off, had to stomp back down onto the ground and stabilize herself so that she would not fall down completely. 

The second strike came in at her exposed left lower back. She was able to avoid crying out in pain, but it was certainly painful as it dug into her abdomen. She wasn't exactly sure what organs were around there, so hopefully they weren't important for anything. Was it her stomach? She needed that to eat lots of food, so she hoped that wasn't the case. She knew where her heart, lungs, and brain were, but that was about it. The elf seemed to be enjoying this, but she'd had far more fun battles in the past. Let's just say that nothing the elves were doing in this village put her in any sort of good mood. 

His blade was still inside of her, which meant that he was still in range of a swing. Fighting through the pain, she snapped her left arm back to her left side, her flaming sword back on it's original path to cleave him horizontally in two before he could escape her. She wouldn't need to bend her wounded abdomen or legs to reach him now. 

"You're mine!" She thought to herself, her teeth still gritted, exposing her sharp fangs.