[In perhaps a flash of what appears to be recklessness or insanity, she spins into a full kick that hits his sword full-force, calf-to-blade. Where there should be blood, there is only the sting of metal hitting metal. Automail.
She hopes the surprise of it will be enough to hit his shoulder with the backside of her katana, at least until he realizes she wouldn't be actually losing any legs. Again. Regardless, if he manages to block—with his saya, perhaps? she keeps an eye out—then she will jump back and resume a fighting stance.
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She hopes the surprise of it will be enough to hit his shoulder with the backside of her katana, at least until he realizes she wouldn't be actually losing any legs. Again. Regardless, if he manages to block—with his saya, perhaps? she keeps an eye out—then she will jump back and resume a fighting stance.
Maybe with a little smirk. Maybe.]