Her eyes brightened, even through the blackness, as he charged. The excitement for life was in that second as she phased, blade in hand and let his body sweep through hers. That he aimed for her crotch was not missed, nor the nuance of sexual tension that it carried. Taking a male that way would be indicating he thought his opponent wasn't male; a known female that way spoke of domination. If he had gone for her head, or torso, there would be direct fighting methods. Some part of her wondered how much was him, and how much was the mark? Did he even think about what he was trying to prove while fighting her?<br/><br/>"You will never hit me with that, Marcus." She phased on the other side of him, blade coming in an arc to aim for his open back.