[ That's better. He gives her a moment to gain some ground, and then he sweeps the blade in low, but wide. This is definitely his weak point.
Outside, a crowd had gathered at the window of the shop, obscuring the view of the street. A nondescript couple - a tall man with brown hair, and a women with longer, lighter hair - stand together and clutch at the hands of their children protectively. The boy looked awfully familiar, but save for that mop of hair, the features won't match anyone they know. The girl, shorter and rounder in the face, tugged on her parents' hands and gestured with her head behind them.
"This is boring! I want to go look over there!" she said, even though words are hard to make out with the glass in the way, and the sound of combat. ]