It's so odd to fight someone who cares so little about their own physical well being. She could catch him unarmed and he wouldn't defend himself like he should. Were it anyone else, she might feel pity or remorse, but with him? It's a habit that she's become accustom to and doesn't question anymore. He didn't seem to care about being hurt, so she won't worry if she does manage to connect a blow.

Not that she's trying for that, of course.

The thrust down toward her midesction is caught with her gausche as she turns her body away from the move. Flashing him a smirk, she bends her knees to move down and forces his blade upward with her short blade, turning to the left and under their raised hands as she does so. As she comes back around she reaches out with the rapier in her right hand. The movement releases the pressure she was holding on his blade, which makes the end of it connect with the strands of her hairpin. A light, musical sound rings out, one that completely contradicts the sound of clashing steel.

It's a dance, the way she moves about the battlefield. Graceful and controlled, even if each movement is decided only seconds before its executed. It makes her a sight to behold - and one for her enemies to fear.