Great Debate 6 1-1-B

The girl was fast, I'd give her that. Faster than me. Compared to someone like Blake or Ruby, however, she was incredibly slow. Compared to Pyrrha, her attack was incredibly telegraphed. I'd put her somewhere around Level Twenty at a guess. Give or take five or six levels. Enough with the Stat Distribution to take on any member of the Labour Caste her own level. Enough that with her companions, she'd have no difficulty destroying a small village like ours.

But not enough to take on a Hero. Or someone who fought like one.

Rather than parry her twin strikes, I stepped into them, letting them hit my shoulders early, before they had the proper swing or strength behind them. The woman gasped and leapt back, but it was already too late.

[...]

Not only had I moved faster than someone of my Class should, but the Strength I'd displayed in a single swing, not to mention the durability in taking two blows without so much as a wince, made it clear something was wrong.

[...]

One – a Rogue – appeared in front of me swinging twin daggers. I caught one, ignored the other as it bounced off my chest, and snapped the man's wrist.

–B6C13