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[Astrid bares her teeth, lifting her axe to attack once more only to cry out when his sword slices against her side, directly beneath her ribs. It wasn't deep, saved by the heavily woven fabric of her shirt, but it stung nonetheless, warm blood quickly spreading and staining. And that was bad. She was allowing her anger to distract her, instead of using it as a focus. Ignoring the pain in her side, she plants her feet firmly to the ground, taking up a defensive position. Her breath puffs out in furious huffs, and whisps of blond hair stick to her sweat dampened cheeks.]

And I thought you learned when to stop talking!

[She lunges forward to take a few more swings before preparing to throw herself into a roll, aiming to end up behind him.]