Gretel did duck, purely out of a strong sense of self-preservation and sharp reflexes, and also accompanied by a breathy "Fuck-!". The board still managed to woft her hair in it's wake, and only when she turned to watch the plank sink to the ground did she realize her lungs had stopped, and her heart jumped into her throat.
She looked back at him a little more wild-eyed than before, cutting a short, tight-lunged laugh before the spike in her blood pressure settled.
"Only if you promise not to try that with it," she breathed, smoothing down her hair with her free hand.