Up until that point, she'd been focused on the fight, her expression all but stoic while his lights right up. But the sound of his laughter seems to snap her out of it a little, and she can't help the grin that finds its way onto her lips.

She meets his swings with her sword, blocking the blows with clashes of metal on metal, trying to knock his weapon aside to give her enough room to swipe back at him. Where she doesn't manage to block his knife, the blade cuts into flesh, drawing teal blood--for a moment, at least. Just enough to linger on the metal but not long enough to leave a mark behind.

As the fight continues on, her empty right hand remains clasped near her side, as if something should be held there. It leaves her feeling off-balanced, and more than once there's a stutter in her reaction time, where she moves instinctively to block with her right--only to realize in that fraction of a second that she needs her other hand.