She's a pragmatic opponent, they can say that much. She knows when to press the advantage and when to steer clear. She is nothing like the great beasts in the farthest regions of each edge of the map, those that would telegraph their movements and draw from a pool of similar attacks. Even the Hanged Man, with his spinning blades and devilishly accurate blows, could be studied and defeated.

This one makes herself deliberately unpredictable. She aims low instead of embarking on another flurrying exchange of blades. They manage to get their blade low in the process in time to parry, skidding across the sand, but their ears are still ringing beneath their helm. She is giving them no time to strike back out, and their motions are not geared for brute force strength. They have only their speed - even a blow as simple as a headbutt can throw them off balance, with how low their constitution is.

Perhaps they, too, can be inventive? Instead of planting their feet, they elect to whirl away once more, scrape up a handful of sand, and attempt to fling it at her eyes.