The coming attack was nothing like a spar with her student; there was incredible intent behind such movements that became the precursor to something sinister. Still, upon her face was a quiet calm, her amber hues wide and in time with the silent assassin’s movements. Her smile waned only slightly, the façade of elation cracking to the pressure of battle.
Swiftly the woman pivoted left on her right foot, then harshly kicked the ground with her left to string her back and out of proximity of her attacker. She needn’t profess to the girl how fatal the wound would have been had she the intention of reaching for her weapon bared arm. It was quite clear she knew the consequences of her actions… but not whom she fought against. Again her calm smile slipped a fraction, a sort of disgust bleeding into her eyes and marring her quivering lips. She made no move to advance, rather kept her stance loose with weight settled at her feet to keep her firm.
Attack: None
Defense: Pivoted left, then lept backwards out of the way