She was beginning to have little doubt that Tuck was indeed a decent fighter. For one, the guy was a Fawkes. That still counted for a lot in Al's eyes. Secondly, it was in the way the guy held himself and the way he moved when he trained. All of this was part of what a trained soldier would do.
Al had encountered Shadowkind magic before, but she would realise now that it was vastly different to fighting against an Arcanist. She had seen Marcus in action, so Tuck's brand of magic didn't surprise her completely. But back then, she had kind of been fighting side by side against Marcus. Not against the guy.
But she kept her cool. She hadn't been expecting him to fight in a predictable fashion, so when he dropped away to the ground to kick her feet out under her, Al was ready, leaping into the air lightly and landing with a roll a slight distance away. She grinned at Tuck, a sure sign that she was enjoying his moves rather than complaining about them. Without pausing to catch her breath, she charged him, opting for a most basic upper cut at Tuck's jaw.