[ it's a desperate move, one she might've missed if she was any less braced for him. but that was the point of keeping him occupied, off-balance, to leave him open and her closed. she brings her hands down just in time to catch the blades before they pierce her armor, and with the force he's putting behind blow, she doesn't doubt that's just what they'd do.
while this changes the nature of their struggle, it doesn't remove the struggle at all. it just makes it a purely physical standoff, and one she will lose if continued at this rate. the spikes don't break off as easily as she'd hoped, and while she may be stronger than is typical of most alternian castes, and certainly stronger than most humans, he seems to surpass that by a comfortable margin. she can feel every ounce of that margin in the way the points of his blades brush against her sides, in the strain in her biceps and elbows. but she can't let him win, that breaks her most basic directive. no one else on this planet bleeds green, if he punctures her it will all be over.
a growl rises in her throat and only gains volume with the strain. if she can't when by strength, she'll need to prevail in speed. it's a quick, fluid movement as she slides out of the lock, moving her torso back and out of danger in the same motion she brings her foot up hard between his legs. it was either that or a headbutt, and she's always favored striking low instead of high. ]
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while this changes the nature of their struggle, it doesn't remove the struggle at all. it just makes it a purely physical standoff, and one she will lose if continued at this rate. the spikes don't break off as easily as she'd hoped, and while she may be stronger than is typical of most alternian castes, and certainly stronger than most humans, he seems to surpass that by a comfortable margin. she can feel every ounce of that margin in the way the points of his blades brush against her sides, in the strain in her biceps and elbows. but she can't let him win, that breaks her most basic directive. no one else on this planet bleeds green, if he punctures her it will all be over.
a growl rises in her throat and only gains volume with the strain. if she can't when by strength, she'll need to prevail in speed. it's a quick, fluid movement as she slides out of the lock, moving her torso back and out of danger in the same motion she brings her foot up hard between his legs. it was either that or a headbutt, and she's always favored striking low instead of high. ]