Her face shimmered into a mask of impassivity, her eyes hard and narrowed as she dodged aside, trying to work her way close to him, get in around his shield. She twisted her body, her boots sliding across the dirt ground, scuffing and leaving tracks behind. With him on the defensive she wasn't going to wait for a strike.
She turned the sword with her body, aiming her elbows and the pommel for Ordhan's breastbone, sliding in close to him on the side where he wasn't blocking with the massive shield. However, this arm still wielded his sword, which she was more than aware of, and she kept the blade of her claymore angled to block it should he choose to attack, aiming instead to hit him with the blunt part of the weapon and her own bent arms.
Her style of fighting was definitely to hammer as hard and fast as possible, moving around obstacles and pining her opponent into a tight spot without escape. When such strength was needed to wield her sword she couldn't afford to waste time and let herself become tired.