She ran her tongue along her teeth and inched her way to the corner of the barrier, before she lunged from behind cover and slashed out at his chest, aiming to strike at something vital. He had been waiting this time, though, and was quick on his feet, jumping back quickly enough to avoid anything important, her blade biting into his upper arm, catching the meat of his bicep, staining his sleeve red.
Inwardly, she cheered, as she retreated away from an expected counter, her blade lifted to defend against the knife that didn’t come. She smirked, and let her eyes find his. “You’re better at this than you look.” As she watched him, she heard the voice of the bane of her existence calling to her from the crowd. Of course she would be here. Anytime there was even the slightest chance for some form of public humiliation, Odessa would be there to jeer at her.
Without glancing her way, she lifted her hand and flipped the woman the bird.
You charge at Enver Marshall II with your sword, and swipe at their torso.As they jump back away from your attack, your sword hacks into their upper arm.