It's only by the barest of margins that she spins to meet the rushing footsteps and catches the speed-blurred downstroke against her own blade. The man keeps pressing, though; bearing down on her bodily with a baring of his teeth and a hard narrowing of his eyes, and she can feel her nostrils flaring as she hears the sound of more feet and struggles to get her own under her.
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