[He holds his sword steadily in front of himself. Or...above himself, really, since he's on the ground. It's at an awkward angle, but far better than leaving himself wide open. This is not where he wants to be. The sword pointing at his face nulls any chance of climbing back up - as soon as he moves she's sure to swing the weapon, and from this disadvantageous position... He'll try rolling to the left, just to put distance between them. Can't touch this, filthy human.]
.....I'M A LATE-BLOOMER, SHUT UP