Ahh, oops. That is certainly an unexpected swing that gets a grunt out of Amelia as she struggles to raise her blades in time to meet it. Being caught off guard is something she should be more aware of with him, given his nature and how quickly things can spiral in either direction, but somehow that doesn't fully register in her mind. Instead, as she holds them in place for a moment in this battle of strength, she laughs.

"Yes. Yes! Like that!"

Taking a step back and away, she jumps to the side when Mordred inevitably has to follow the momentum of his weight being thrown about in this way. She turns quickly to follow him and brings her rapier down and across his body in a long slash from his left shoulder to his right hip. An easy move to parry, but it's only the beginning of what should be an interesting match.