Surprise etched her face as she narrowly avoids getting hit, sucking in her gut, bringing a blade up just barely in time to redirect his swing a bit, and step out of reach all in one fluid movement.  Whether it was his own raw talent or the sword aiding him, Giselle wasn't sure as she smiled at the realisation that she might just have a challenge on her hands.<br/><br/>Deciding a different approach was needed, the Drow started an at first simple attack routine that would become increasingly difficult to keep up with as the moves became more intricate as well as quicker in their coming.  Subtle thrusts, deft twists of her hands, feints, counters, every trick she had learned and more would soon be used to test the soldier until he fell or she ran out of moves...whatever came first.  Not once did the thought that she actually might lose enter her thoughts, being completely focused upon the task at hand as her blades went in a horizontal X at chest level came at Kyle,followed by a well placed kick to his face...