Her ploy had worked, his momentum sending him stumbling forward and bumbling to recover. She slid past him, quickly propelling herself to her feet, her pants now dusted with dirt, her boots kicking up clouds of it as she whirled around, hoping to catch him before he could block.
Only to find that he was now some steps away from her. She narrowed her eyes and charged at him, her claymore coming around for a blow just as he flung his shield blindly black. The sword caught the edge of it with such force that it would possibly be knocked from his grip if he could not recover.
She too, had not noticed the presence of the newcomer to the training grounds, focused as she was on the fight at the moment. Though she would have recognized the man if she'd seen him, and been pleased to see that the Tranquil was indeed keeping up with his training.