Facing the new weapon she takes the shield back, hitting it with her mace and making me fear for the bent integrity of the metal, but it holds alright, probably in great need for repairs after our little spare.
Is my time to test the blades in the air, twisting the small one in small arches and feeling the comforting weight at the palm of my hands.
And that makes me confident enough to strike first even against such strange strong woman. She manages to block the long blade with her shield, but as her mace comes from behind to hit me I use the smaller sword to defend me, parrying her upcoming attack and using her momentum to carry her mace to the side and open her arm with it.