[At his speed, she's not able to dodge fast enough, too startled from being disarmed. Her ankles fly into the air and she lands squarely on her back. If she were any normal human, the air would have been knocked out of her lungs. A groan escapes her in pain and her remaining sword falls away from her hand.
She winces, sitting up to meet Archer's gaze with her own. Exhaustion clearly written on her face as she shakily starts to make it back up to her feet, taking up her sword loosely in her hand.]
No. I have not. It's been well over a thousand years...
[She uses her sword to help pull herself up to her feet, her limbs feeling like jello from the blows they received from Archer's attacks.]
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She winces, sitting up to meet Archer's gaze with her own. Exhaustion clearly written on her face as she shakily starts to make it back up to her feet, taking up her sword loosely in her hand.]
No. I have not. It's been well over a thousand years...
[She uses her sword to help pull herself up to her feet, her limbs feeling like jello from the blows they received from Archer's attacks.]