Dinah would have been spot on had he not been in a crouch. Instead her foot came much closer to hitting his face, until he turned aside the kick with an upraised forearm. But near hit was near hit, and he respected Dinah far too much to play around with her. So as a counter he balanced himself on his free hand, and swept out with his own leg, aiming for the back of her knee based upon where he judged her to be by the position of her leg.
Even as he did so, he began to feel the rush of a good match. The same high he had whenever he was in combat, especially with someone else who knew what they were doing. Sparring partners were hard to come by, and he had been fortunate that Dinah had happened upon him the way that she did. Because she was not only a welcome challenge each week, but a positive influence on his school as well. If only he could get her on the payroll somehow... but then he was letting his thoughts wander, and Dinah was far too good for him to allow that to happen.