[ The impact of her sword against the parasol rings up through her arm and it's almost enough to jar her weapon out of her grip. But she tightens her grasp until her knuckles and hand sting -- if she drops it now she'll be weaponless and the last thing she wants right now, in front of this creepy girl, is to be weaponless. ]
W--well, what'd you expect? It's not like I get asked to hit someone every day!
[ But she's not going to just stand idly by so she tries again, swinging her sword, aiming for another blow, with a little more force behind it than before. ]
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W--well, what'd you expect? It's not like I get asked to hit someone every day!
[ But she's not going to just stand idly by so she tries again, swinging her sword, aiming for another blow, with a little more force behind it than before. ]