Garviel is stopped cold, struggling, having chopped down one handed, and when kicked, he grunts, the servos of his armor screaming as they attempt to compensate for the force of her blow and keep him moving forward, making his movements awkward and ugly. The whirling blade scythes in towards his nose and.... his brings his left arm up, trying to deflect the blade off his vambrace at the last moment, sparks and ceramite flying free from the force of the intercepted strike. He actually withdraws a step, disengaging, weaving his blade in a wall of adamatine teeth to present a formidable defense as he attempts to re-assess the fight.

"I suspect you are my better." He rumbles, his first comment in the fight proper.

He waits for her attack, clearly switching strategies now. He needs to learn her pattern, and break it, just as he did against Lucius.