She was cut off by the sword she hadn't noticed before being drawn. She froze. She didn't have time to think or get over her shock that this was really happening, to remember that she knew there were dangerous people out there and some were contracted to fight her just as she was contracted to fight them.
She couldn't react fast enough before the sword cut through her, making her cry out as her head hurt. Even before Rupert said anything, her small lie was thrown back in her face: she hadn't been as okay as she'd like to believe over the name thing and it wasn't a brain fart, it was an increasingly big problem for her.
The knowledge hurt more than the pain in her head.
Her first conscious action, however, was to feel where the blade had gone. She looked down and felt but there was no blood. It was like a sword just hadn't cut her in half.
Her second conscious action was to take a wary step back from Rupert, eyes still wide from the experience. She could almost feel her power pressing, wanting to come out, all she had to do was give in to the impulse when she was halfway there from fright. However, she ended up looking at Rupert and saying, voice still shaken,