Sarin slid back, not knocked onto her back, but rather pushed by the sheer force of the kick. With a flourish, she bowed to the half-giant, a polite one, meant to convey respect for his abilities. The fire didn't blind her in the slightest, eyes accustomed to flames greater than such as his. 

[quote=@Blackmist16]
[color=ed1c24]"A fine opponent you are Sarin I respect you as I do most my enemies let us not call each other childish names so we may maintain our dignity!"[/color]
[/quote]

Sarin noted that he didn't tell her his name, but accepted his statement with a nod, and then, after thinking a bit, grinned. [color=Gold]"So what about your other enemies? Are they not worthy of such respect?"[/color] Listening to his next statement carefully, Sarin shook her head, regret on her face. [color=Gold]"Ahh, whilst I would be honored to duel you, under different circumstances, I must decline. I am honor-bound to stop your Master at all costs, and by association, you."[/color] She cocked her head, curiously, and asked, [color=Gold]"Unless you'd like to change sides? Your past wouldn't matter."[/color] However, Sarin was sure he'd decline, so when he did, she shook her head and committed to fighting. 

Running forward, Sarin readied her sword to parry a strike from the sword, holding it low, ready to fly in front of the half-giant's sword. If he loosed his fireball, she would dodge around the bolt of flame, and continue running, and preparing to parry. If he decided to forgo using his sword, Sarin would jump over the fireball, and attempt to knee the sorcerer in the face. With most armor, this would be impossible, but Sarin's shining plate was made of pure mithril, a light, incredibly strong metal that some cultures say came from fallen stars. Wherever it came from, however, it was impossibly light, and fantastically strong, allowing Sarin such acrobatic feats like what she was attempting.