The Drifter is not nearly so cunning; their motions are direct and to the point, swift and abrupt, immediate arcs of action meant to achieve a singular goal. In this case, the goal has softened from disembowelment to defeat, and they hold that at the forefront of their mind. The swing elicits a sharp swish of movement back, the edges of them blurring violet at the rapidity of it.

They streak for her directly without hesitation or preamble with the flat of their blade aiming to cross across her center, a move as obvious as it is unerring. While a speedy opponent, the Drifter is not a particularly inventive one. They've not had cause to be.