Strike. Counter. Defend. Counter. It was a fluid series of movements, one placed after the next, textbook perfect and each attack executed almost flawless. A kind of stillness had came over Senna, an almost quiet grin slipping into her expression. This was something known, regardless of how it had came to be.

Pushed back by Falis' strength, she rolled with it, taking it to lessen to force. Still the other girl's leg slipped behind her, and Senna felt her balance give out. Instead of stopping the fall, she pulled her limbs close, and rolled once she hit the ground--coming back up in a fast, fluid motion. Seconds had been lost regardless, and Falis was too close. Spears had distance for a reason. Senna leapt at Falis, and was instantly countered, momentum throwing her back. Good. There was a little distance. That done, she brought the spear under and up, trailing Falis' body to hopefully stop at her throat. Senna guessed she would see which of them were faster in this motion, at least.