<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel's eyes narrowed as she insulted him for missing the weapon. Luck didn't seem to want to be on his side, but when she came closer, the reminder of his past jobs as well as the knowledge that she would probably try and genuinely hurt him with her sword kept him quick on his feet. His eyes followed her as she dashed to the side and came close, almost able to take off his head if he wasn't careful or armed. Thankfully, he was both, and he blocked the first slash of her sword and even stepped towards her, forcing her attacks to come at an angle that didn't favor her.<br/><br/>The force of her swipes had their power cut by a fraction as he blocked her sword strikes closer and closer to her body. He even threw out a few swipes of his own that weren't going to hurt her if they connected, but could easily rattle her arms when the steel of their blades both met. He decided against doing any dirty tricks that would have given her an advantage, but he did manage to parry one of her strikes, come in close, and place a hand onto her neck. But instead of choking her or taking a cheap shot, he merely massaged his fingers along her flesh before he stepped back and pulled his blade out in front of him. "Not bad for a man, right?" he asked with a sly smirk.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls 1d8 + 1d12 - 1 = 12. Success!</em></span>