Morena barely had time to react when the blade tore past her head. She could feel the wind rushing past her skin, and the dirt exploding as the sword landed.
She had rolled to avoid the attack just moments before it landed; if she hadn't, she would be done for. But the man didn't give her any rest, not even a second to breathe; the blade dragged against the ground towards her, aiming to slash her head in one go.
Her dagger caught the edge, sparks flaring in the air from the impact. The force pushed her body, which lay on the ground, sending her rolling further away.
This was unintentionally good for her; she had created some distance and had a moment to breathe, a moment to think.
'There's no winning this.'
The thought was front and centre in her mind, she was certain that no matter what she tried, she couldn't win this fight. The gap between her and the man was just too blatantly obvious; even a casual swing was enough to harm her.
