Zandra hadn't entirely expected that. And the feeling of the wind being knocked out of her when she hit the ground wasn't the best at all. 'Stay on your feet' She could hear her fathers teaching, back when she was just a girl. Coughing she stood, slowly getting the air back in her lungs. Her sword was back in her hands as she took a few steps closer. Taking her sword she crossed it by her chest again, taking up a defense approach.