With his wooden sword whistling through the air he felt sure he would strike but Esfir surprised him. She was certainly nimble, an advantage Chris did not share for it was a cost to his strength. As was proper, he did not engage in brutal close combat like he may have if suited, but instead allowed his momentum to drag back and threw his legs backwards followed shortly after by the rest of his body.
This was common practise in avoiding an attack you were not equipped to deal with, and he chose well as the wooden blade of his opponent just barely missed his legs as it swept past, the blow launched as Esfir made a move he had never encountered before. He did not let it bother him as he backed up and allowed her to stand while he regained face and restored his poise.
“That was… interesting.” He said, his breathing somewhat quickened by the brief but heavy exertion of the past few blows. He reset his stance to mid-guard, and looked up at Esfir as she chose her fighting stance. By now most in the training room had stopped to watch two of the best fighters in their order exchange blows, but the Seneschal ignored their audience.
As soon as Esfir was settled, and assuming she had finished saying whatever she may decide to say, Christian would lunge forward with a simplistic ‘slot’ in the gap between her sword and shield. If she made the move necessary to deflect it, he could quickly follow up with a high cross to her left shoulder above the shield.