Both swords went wide, preventing me from properly parrying both strikes. With a thought, my grimoire came up and shielded against one while my sword parried the other. With the opening she made for herself, I stepped close into her, my sword slashing across her chest. Sadly, she was able to step back so only her robes got cut and her skin slightly singed. She looked down at her slashed robes, one of her hands reaching up at the near miss of being cut. She growled as she looked up, "You BITCH! These were my good robes.." She pouted at the end, showing how demented the woman was.