A Lullaby 2

Crowe's hand rushed to his ears, fast and desperate to get a touch out of them before he got out of a thought-induced stupor. "Back off." With a simple gesture, her solar plexus was hit by his elbow.

Air is blown out of his lungs as his elbow connects against hard muscle; the swordswoman falls on the bench, Crowe involuntarily laid on it because of the impact, her mouth agape gasping for air. "You are getting stronger; in the past, you would've been knocked out already by this attack."

Kyrie dropped the spoon on the plate and held his left elbow, a small irritation on it after hitting her. In the past, a weaker attack like a flick to the face would do the job, but right now? She had grown to a scary degree.

Enough to resist a hit of his in her chest and just be left grasping for air. "You… noticed? I… have been… training hard!" A proud and satisfied smile on her lips, disregarding she had been hit and neutralized with a single attack.