Marcus felt her hilt make contact and jumped back holding his stomach. Even drunk she was a good shot. He smirked,<strong> "I wouldn't have it any other way"</strong>. He ran at her and swung his blade, feeling it make contact against one or both of her's. During the stance he forced his blade forward and moved her back, he knew he needed to start going harder. He ran forward again and before he hit her he slid under her legs, getting another view of her panties, and flipped up. Slashing his blade along her back, of course he was never sure if he'd hurt her unless he saw some blood.