Grunting loudly, Humility cringed as she was flung to her knees and her blade spun from her hands--clattering a few feet away from the pair. Her arm crumbled to her side, skin slicing open as his blade came in contact with it; and upon her cheek, a newly made cut began to bleed slowly. Mustering all of her strength, she forced herself back from him as he attacked her further and reached into a small holster strapped to her leg. From it, a smaller sword (closer to a knife) emerged, and she rose to one knee. She glared up at him through her hair, eyes piercing. She felt his fierceness coming off of him in waves, and it shook her to her very core. It felt as though he were toying with her, causing her blood to boil uncomfortably. Surely, by now, he could have killed her a hundred times over--especially since she was being so sloppy on purpose. No matter how much she prayed for the strength to do so, she simply couldn't bring herself to seriously try to kill this man before her.<br/><br/>"With such confidence, you say that!" she shouted, propping herself onto her knee and lunging forward once more. She twirled the small blade her in hand, just barely dodging the sword aimed for her and flicking her wrist painfully--sending the blade in her hand hurtling for his injured leg, "And yet, here we are, after all these years!"