By the Hist, this is a quick one! Maybe she's the one who shouldn't blink. Were it not for the continued silence of her opponent, Severs might have thought this one had just unleashed a Whirlwind Sprint shout. She brings her blade down to parry the incoming swing, muscle memory taking over when the mind simply doesn't have enough time to plan. The force of impact is enough to stagger her back a pace.

"Xuth, you're light on your feet!" She exclaims delightedly, not even noticing that particular cussword's failure to translate properly into the universal tongue. Severs pushes back against the blade locked against hers, trying to drag it downward and open the way for a horns-against-helmet headbutt. The headgear oughta protect them from any real damage, right? Can't be more than a bit of a headache at worst, and most of the people who've been getting deep in their cups around here are bound to be sporting headaches tomorrow, too!