Signum didn't see the desperate counterstrike coming, and she's knocked aside by the sheer weight of Garviel's gauntleted arm.

That would be why I wasn't supposed to let him hit me..., she thinks.

The teeth of the chainsword tear a shallow gash through her magically-projected armor, not enough to give her more than a scratch on her flesh, but opening a dangerously long gap in the clothing across her upper stomach. Meanwhile, she does her best to land gracefully without abusing flight magic, coming to rest in a low crouch several yards away. She pauses there for a moment, ready to spring, and staring back with violent intensity at Garviel's revealed face, trying to read his next move.