Nyri shudders, unable to stop her in time. The blade stabs into her shoulder, but she manages to turn out of his path before slipping to the floor. One of her blades drops and she winces, then grabs the blade in her shoulder, glaring forward. She struggles to her feet, half falling. She gasps, blood dripping down her shoulder as she struggles to her feet.<br/><br/>Nyri slowly unsheathes her blades, eyes dark. She calls her fallen blade to her side, tossing his blade behind her shoulder, then assuming a new form. Wincing weakly, she glares at him, darkness building in her eyes. Her left arm hangs uselessly with the shoulder wound, and she sheathes that blade, clipping it to her belt and swinging into a defense form. "And I was really hoping this wouldn't be so difficult for once."