Annie nodded almost imperceptibly and threw her blade high over her shoulder. A longer blade against a Silat fighter using a dagger was useless but conscious of Blank calling out the stance change she watched and scanned with her own knowledge of his attack pattern.
Her own stance changed to a practised Muay Thai with a slight variation that turned her wrists in to face her body, ensuring that her tendons and veins were not exposed to slashes from the ki-knife. The first few slashes and strikes she dodged and ducked with difficulty, all of her senses wide and analysing each move. Programming her armour on the fly, she coated her forearms in ablative nanite shell, enabling her to block anything she couldn't move out the way of.
Her operative training kicked in. Fighting an opponent with a blade and expecting not to get cut was folly, regaining control of the combat was the key lesson. She directed a block at an oncoming slash and followed up with a vicious roundhouse kick to the temple. It was one of her signature moves, trained and honed over a near century of combat service. Her flight system jets on the back of her calf and ankle added additional speed and power as she lashed out, gritting her teeth in pain as the cut damaged her armour and body.