[As soon as he's lost his balance, she lunges to her feet, using the butt of the naginata to propel her up faster than just her legs alone could. Her eyes are wide, but not frightened -- she's completely focused and completely silent. He wanted her full intent? That's what he's getting, no playful quips or silly banter, just the quiet sound of feet settling against dirt and breath coming quickly through parted lips.
She twirls the naginata once to loosen up and grips it in both hands again. This time, she runs toward him with light footsteps, twirling the naginata in a quick series of strikes she expects him to block. Again, the only sound are her brief cries of exertion whenever the naginata hits sword, but she doesn't stop moving forward, trying to overpower him through sheer momentum and drive him backward, keep him on the defensive.]
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She twirls the naginata once to loosen up and grips it in both hands again. This time, she runs toward him with light footsteps, twirling the naginata in a quick series of strikes she expects him to block. Again, the only sound are her brief cries of exertion whenever the naginata hits sword, but she doesn't stop moving forward, trying to overpower him through sheer momentum and drive him backward, keep him on the defensive.]