She seems to recognize his bluff, at the last second, and tries to twist out of the way of his shot. There's the horrible sound of metal hitting metal, and she pauses for a moment, unsure of how it turned out. She raises her blade to try to strike him, then, slowly, lowers it. "Very impressive indeed," she says, letting her sword hit the ground. "I yield. Your didn't pierce my armor... but you made me twist into a branch," she says, turning her head so he can see the shallow cut on her cheek, when the slightest hint of blood can be seen. "The battle is yours, and I am beholden to my agreement. You have twenty-four hours, before I return to resume this duel... I suggest you make the most of them."