[ Not bad. Kettara controls her breathing, keeps her feet under her. It's better to move rather than plant her feet. She's not armored up enough to take big hits so she needs to keep moving, test the weapon's reach. Learn how to duck under it, how to deflect a blow, how to turn with one. She's not familiar with the exact blade the man uses, but it's hardly the first time a human has swung a sword at her. She adapts.
Kettara grunts and hooks the blade, twisting to strike under his guard. ]
You're strong.
[ Strong enough that she's reminded of fighting one of Ogrimmar's warriors. Strange. She never thought a human could match that power. Not on their own, anyway. ]
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Kettara grunts and hooks the blade, twisting to strike under his guard. ]
You're strong.
[ Strong enough that she's reminded of fighting one of Ogrimmar's warriors. Strange. She never thought a human could match that power. Not on their own, anyway. ]