Oliva let Lorenzo use his maneuver, watching what he was doing letting out a small hiss as he landed a blow. She let her eyes tell her what she should do, and her instincts to guide her. She twistest aside as Lorenzo aimed to kick her side, the blow barely touching her, and she spun, grabbing his leg before he could lower it to the ground, and pulled to throw him off balance, bringing up her sword between them as she pulled him towards her. If the sword had been a real one, it would have pierced his stomach, and most likely killed him slowly. 

"Good. You managed to hit me, if barely"