He started to follow her, his own switchblade weaving like a viper, before suddenly her sweep kick knocked one of his legs out from under him. He had noticed her move with enough time to counter it, trying to flip over it, but she still managed to hit his leg, but it was not enough to turn his flip into a complete spill. He landed upright a bit to the side of where he had been, and lashed out with his switchblade, keeping quiet, knowing her previous cry had been kept quieter than it could have been. His switchblade lashed out again, able to track her quite easily due to her black suit, his cloak of various dark browns and greys much better for hiding than hers.<br/><br/>(acrobatics d20+11 [25]<br/>to hit d20+8 [23]<br/>damage 1d4+4 [5])