He meets her swings with more finesse than she really expects. It's pretty clear that he wasn't joking about being good, and there's a part of her that's a little delighted by that. She hasn't had a real match in ages...

Her sword gets forced up and he moves in, but she spins the blade down again, grasping it with both hands, and turns her body to the side, making herself a smaller target. It becomes abundantly clear that he's going to have the upper hand power-wise if she loses that distance advantage--so she kicks out at his gut, using that force and momentum if she can to flip herself back a number of feet. When she lands, she readies herself again, blade held across her body and ready to strike, but not advancing this time.