The look of horror that crossed Naael's face, followed by the attack, caused her to go from a look of pure rage, to one of cold, icy blankness. With an almost cool detachment, she flowed backwards, his attack barely clipping her. She reached out with her free hand, using his outstretched arm to gain leverage, as she twists around to strike. "You<em>cannot</em>have her," she said, in what sounded like someone else's voice, bringing all her focus into driving the blade through the demon.<br/><br/>(Athletics: +5 skill, +2 roll, spending 2 FP and invoking both Warden and Guilt for +2 each, for a total of +11; 3 carries over, with 2 armor, so 1 stress taken. Countering with a Weapon attack; +4 skill, -2 roll. Spending Righteous Fury to reroll for a +1, instead, total of +5. 0 FP left after that, but recovering 2.)