Seeing the man move and slant to the side, avoiding her first attempt to attack him easily, would’ve been an awe inspiring thing. That if she wasn’t busy trying to kill him. His eyes kept burning into her as she carried out her moves, his own speed seemed a bit surreal for the average human when he cut the distance a bit faster than she expected and brought himself into her personal space with his right foot. Never once did he lose his grip on the log, his boots unhindered by the rain soaked surface when he mirrored her own attack with a variation. 

She didn’t take her eyes off her intended target, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. One didn’t learn what she learned without expecting multiple attacks being possible at all times or just focusing on one thing at a time. That was the best way to get herself killed so any threatening movement from her peripheral vision immediately caught her attention in less than a moment.  

Having spotted the baton reaching for a swing at her head, her left hand came up to protect it instinctively. Trixi’s arm rose upright and angled the baton downward, the top part touching her shoulder to give her a firm placement. It created what was called a pluma or shield defense, her bicep and forearm making up half a triangular shape with the baton being the third side that connected with the swing. The impact vibrated through her flesh when it hit, telling her it made contact (unless he altered his tactics), her teeth gritted as she was tilted to the side more than she expected.  

Several things ran in her mind at once in a speed some people considered possible for her, but not in the clarity it came. She supposed it was because of her personality being so hyper.   

Her eye noted his hand, fisted it seemed, jerking from his cloak right before her hit was destined to smack. Something seemed off with the shape, her mind vaguely bothering her about. It didn’t matter because she already concluded she didn’t want his strike to have a direct hit on her arm. One, she expected it would cause serious damage. He had shown extreme  speed  and now, when his attack hit, extreme strength when he clashed with her defense. Two, she wasn’t sure if he had unpleasant surprises in that fist from an ability like her own or worse. Better safe than sorry after all, she thought in amusement since her current position was anything but ‘safe’.  Besides the cheap shot was enough to make Trixi want him to work for it. 

She started her taser hands, sending an electrical charge into her hands and into the  baton. Her thumb appeared to hold over the button but didn’t press it. She didn’t want it to go off early and all it took was a small mistake. When her hands powered the batons, they would act and play much like her taser hands but with longer reach and bashing damage. Through it wouldn’t start immediately. 

Trixi pulled her right foot back, and let the slick log hasten her action while leaned a bit to account for the change in balance. She didn’t want to fall off the log after all as getting up would take precious time and put her too much at risk.  Her mind less focused on adding force to the attack than earlier, her right side dropped lower including her  aim and her bicep that Nicoli was aiming at. His punch skimmed the jacket surface, nearly missing her arm, as it followed through. Meanwhile her hand’s aim had lowered to around his calf and foot area, aiming to hook his feet and send him toppling to the water. If it hit that is. 

Knowing the miss was likely, she had her now back right foot push against the log and pull her toward the end of the log. Her body was kept slightly low until she pulled back out of his range, making sure he wasn't going to do a counter strike, as she retreated back to muddy ground. The dirt squished when her boots sank a bit into the soaked, mossy ground unless stopped early. At least there, she would have more room to move and places to attack. 

Of course, nothing was ever set in stone and even the smallest change in Nicoli’s movements would alter how this scene played out, determining the outcome in either’s favor.