This is bad. Blake grits her teeth as Slade effortlessly dodges out of the way of her strikes... it's more than a little frustrating but more than that, each dodge causes a sort of dread to well up in the pit of her stomach.

He's better than she is, realizes.

Her only answer to his mocking is to give another yell, punctuated with another powerful swing at his head. And then her eyes widen as he's suddenly just not there anymore.

The staff takes her feet out from under her, and she makes a frustrated sound even as she catches herself with her hand and suddenly speeds away several feet, leaving behind a Shadow to hopefully distract him until she can recover from her current far-too-vulnerable position.