Skye fell forward slightly in shock as her knife fell through the open air - Shawchert had swerved out of the way at the last minute to avoid the sting of her short blade. Her keen ears then picked up a new sound - the whooshing of a sword through the air. Spinning around, she barely had time to bring her dagger up to block the attack, her body jarred and the clearing echoing with the resounding clang of the two blades meeting in midair.
Stunned for a moment by the force of the impact, Skye didn't move; however, as quickly as it happened, she shook it off and forced her dagger down so that it would, in turn, force Shawchert's own blade down towards the earth. She then danced to his side quickly, so that she would have time to think of a way to block him and so that he wouldn't be in her blind spots.
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