She moved out of the way of his fist. She was still faster then him, even when he was moving as fast as he could. He wanted to feel her body give way to his fist. He growled, but he could not move out of the way of her attack. He moved so that her blade would be caught in the nook of his arm. The blade cut deep into his arm, but it was nothing. He turned his body hard, the blade snapping off about six inches from the hilt. In same twisting motion he slashed down his claws at her chest. It would hit at her shoulders her cut all the way down to the flat of her stomach if she did not use that speed of hers again.