[Welcome to the world of stunlocking, Mindy. He's pretty much expecting her to take a swing at him, but he's not expecting the weapon; and though he dodges her first slash, the second scores his ribs, cutting a neat line in his leather armor and drawing a bit of blood. With a muttered, unintelligible curse (in Thalassian, which probably means nothing to anyone in the whole City,) he dodges again and follows through the motion to gain a little distance, before lashing out with a low, vicious kick aimed at her midriff.]
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