His vision blurred slightly, him blinking and shaking his head lightly as she began to speak o him, The crowds only following suit. His eyes nearly bled to the words of coward, his stance remaining strong, unmoved by her jests, and still silent. He had nothing to say to his marks, even if they were forced upon him. The spinning would continue as he slowly stepped forward. He wasn't exactly advancing, more testing his legs for movement again. When he saw that he could move still, his eyes steeled to the burning furnace they were before. He slowly spun his weapon around several times, Then shot it forward with impressive speed. The dagger extend to right to her, a mere inch away. He quickly retracted his leather spun toward her and shot it at her again, this time, there was no way it wouldn't hit without her blocking. The dagger flew toward her stomach, a crippling blow for sure. He had to beat her now.