A Sickening Scream (2)

With a click of her tongue, Clara held her ground as her opponent launched herself at her once more. Tensing her muscles, she kept her eyes peeled for wherever the woman's blade might come from. With her lack of a proper weapon, she would have to improvise her defensive strategy.

In a blink of an eye, Clara held her breath as her opponent bore her blade at her. Seeing the speed of the woman, she knew that there was no way that she'd be able to block what was coming.

Quickly jumping away, Clara wasn't even on even footing yet when the woman rapidly approached her once more. It was clear that she was on the backfoot, with her opponent pressing her advantage as she kept on waving her sword around with the obvious intent to kill.

[What're you doing?!] Sheba barked at her. [Fight back!]

[Any suggestions then?!] Clara bit back, her attention still firmly on trying to dodge her opponent's strikes. [I can exactly deflect still with flesh!]