( I got an excessively high damage roll on a rather meager spell so excuse a few liberties taken in what happens.)<br/><br/>Her blade plunged into his chest, the obly saving gtace being his sheer size, the blade stuck to him, trapped between muscle and bone. The larger man swung out in a panic, his blade slicing at her chest. It was wild and undisciplined, if she had worn proper armor, it wouldn't have been anywhere near a threat. And if he wasnt coughing up blood, he might have done more than simply ruin her kimono.<br/><br/>As his strike skirted past, the cool steel of his blade tracing her skin but failing to draw blood, the air began to shift. Leaves began to shake, the dirt was unsettled, and when her attention returned to the magic user a powerful wind knocked into her. It was hard and sudden and knocked her and the other man to the ground. Wind itself does not pack much of a punch, but circumstances made things much worse. The man fell face first to the ground, driving her knife ever deeper into his chest before falling limp. She on the other hand was knocked against a large rock, taking some damage, but only a bit dazed by it.