Giselle saw the leg sweep just in time, using her upward kick to jump backward, head over heels just about.  Flipping like this was hard considering she hadn't been planning to do so, but she landed on her feet all the same, a little unbalanced but still standing.  She didn't give Kyle the advantage he had gained, summoning a pet of hers as she dodged to the side just in time as a six hundred pound ball of fur and teeth and claws came out from behind her.  "Guenhwyvar now!"  The usual black mist and fog that signaled her coming had indeed formed, but it had been many feet away, hidden from sight, but the cat herself had reappeared from her summoning spot inside Giselle's shadow, and launching herself like a black bolt of lightning.  If it hit or not, Giselle wasn't going to complain since it had been a distraction either way, all for her to jump in behind the panther.  If it did hit, the duel would be over and Giselle would kneel by the downed warrior, a soft smile, the first she had shown to anyone since this night had began would be on her face.  If it didn't or he was clipped if nothing else, Giselle would be right behind her companion, scimitars whirling about as they had been so far.