A true swordswoman knows that her body is made out of swords and her blade are one and the same thing. She recognizes it even more for her opponent when he is covered in spiky adamant.

Signum lunges in, unwilling to leave a stalemate and lose her rhythm, and is parried as she expects she probably will be. Seeing his movement, she does her best to ignore her shock and spins over her right shoulder to disengage and get out of the path of his strike, taking only a glancing hit on her cheek that was likely to leave a bruise. The sudden evasion, though, leaves her too off-balance to do anything but put her guard back up.