He was good. It was all Meredith could do to try to defend herself, and even then, she had to rely on using some of the strange magical powers she'd found herself with here, her skin turning impossibly hard for several vital seconds as she tried to reposition herself. That was one of her trump cards shown, and one she ought to be careful of over-using, to boot.

It was looking to likely be a losing fight, she'd sparred with people far above her skill before, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to do her best anyway. Which meant there was only a split-second hesitation before she grabbed the chance to go on the offensive, feinting for the weapon-less side before redirecting her attack, hoping to catch him off-guard.