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Degra raised an eyebrow. This man wasn't quite as mad as she had first assumed. Or he was, but the thought of a challenge appeared to take a hold of him. Either way, he was potentially dangerous. They both stood there for a second before, without warning, her opponent suddenly charged at her. Degra had suspected such an attack, but she immediately knew there was more to it than this. The man's sword was drawn, and he appeared to be readying himself to just attack with his sword.
Degra drew out her other axe swiftly and braced herself, ready to take the force of her opponent's sudden assault. However, the ground around her feet suddenly sank a couple of feet, and she was faced with the threat of having her throat slit open by her opponent's blade.
But Degra had expected some form of trick from her opponent, and on instinct, she leaned back, the point of her opponent's blade just barely knicking the skin of her neck, drawing a slight trickle of blood. She hardly felt a thing, though, and continued with her motion, turning the movement into a cartwheel, aiming a kick to her opponent's face in an attempt to drive him away at least a couple of paces.
Then, as soon as her feet touch the ground, she pushed herself towards her opponent and launched a furious barrage of slashes with both her axes. Four, swift and powerful slashes, aiming for her opponent's torso. Though her attack seemed highly aggressive, she was ready to alter her fighting pattern in any way to fend off any counter attack her opponent may have.
OOC: Bit of a rush job, this is. :\
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