She managed to dodge the sycthe just a bit to avoid a direct blow but it still managed graze her shoulder. She bit her tongue to avoid cry out in pain, and gripped the sword with an iron fist. She tasted blood and growled. she stumbled a bit trying to get her balance. She gripped the word in one hand feeling awkward. Her dual wielding skills [wielding two swords at once] were better than her normal skills, but due to the fact that she had left her other blade at home for the last few missions, it felt weird to go from holding it with both hands to holding it with one. "You figured out who i am, congragulations" she said running froward her sword meeting his scythe with sparks, careful to keep her limp right arm away from him so that he wouldnt take advantage of the fact that she had broken or shattered her right shoulder and use it as a weakness. she pulled her sword away quickly and made a swing for one of his legs