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[She can feel the shift as much as see it, the way she can sense when a Persona changes its affinities. It's a change in pressure, in atmosphere, in a way she would struggle to articulate if she were forced. She stumbles forward when he suddenly lowers his sword with a sudden shout of surprise, slipping and almost overbalancing at the sudden change. It's more reflex from hours and hours of brutal combat that lets her keep her footing as twists hard and fast to try to block his brutal lunge.

It's not quite quick enough, the brutal saw-toothed edges catching her sleeve and ripping a jagged gash along her forearm, but the adrenaline dulls the pain as she follows through the motion in an attempt to direct the sword up and over, taking advantage of her shorter height to duck under and try to catch him in the groin with the butt of her naginata.]