Saffron's grin at Mauve finally going on the offensive was short lived as her opponent stomped both her feet into Saffron's chest, knocking the air straight out of her lungs. Experience and instinct more than conscious thought helped her stabilise, taking short breaths which wouldn't weaken her guard as much as the large gulps her body was screaming for. Knowing that Mauve would likely be able to get around her shield work Saffron instead held the shield loosely by her side and relied mostly on her sword as a guard. This doesn't mean the shield was useless however, simply more of an active defence rather than a passive one, intercepting strikes like Mauve's first jab and giving Saffron attack vectors which she exploits with ruthless precision.
Now that they had well and truly locked swords and where in such close quarters Saffron attempted to maximse the advantage that provides. Namely how some of her body, her legs, are out of Mauve's vision so closed together. Starting with another feint, this time with her shield, Saffron aimed to stomp her opponent's knee. Aiming to buckle the joint and take full advantage of her superior height Saffron presses on hard and fast.
Saffron's Battle DataQuick strike 4%
Stomp 3%
Aura: 61%
FIIIIIIIINE mythic I forgive you, just this once tho