Face twisted, Briar lunged, closing the distance between them shockingly quickly, leading with a swift strike, dagger glinting as dangerously as the look in her eyes. Hermione parried, pivoting away - thought not quite fast enough. She felt the slice along the outside of her left arm, a shallow thing just across the back of her forearm that stung ridiculously. Before Briar'd completed her lunge and was able to retreat, Hermione punched up and over with her right hand, winning herself a long gash along Briar's right hip. With a hiss, the woman fell back, pressing a hand to the cut, palm coming away red.