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Penny was prepared for it. She swayed aside, tapping the flat of her palm against the side of his hand to divert it aside. Behind her, what few blades she had flew up into the air. She sent two into his face.

He caught one with his other hand. The second hit his chin, but had no visible effect.

"Weak," he said, and backhanded her across the face. Penny was lifted from her feet and thrown back, where she crashed down onto mud and grass.

He was strong. She stored that information away, back bending and hand planting down to flip herself back onto her feet. It was just in time to see him rushing in, and to duck underneath a blow that would have surely torn her head from her neck. Penny scowled and rammed her knee into his stomach, but it had as little effect as her last attack.

Was he ignoring the pain and tanking it with his aura, or was he really that durable? She had no idea, but she kept her blades in the air before her as she retreated. His hands flicked left and right, deflecting her blades with skin and bone, heedless of the sharp edges and sharper wires.