He'd seen her hit hard. But he was stunned when he actually felt it. He'd survived a slugging from the Mountain and came back feeling better than that. But even though she had sent him reeling to the ground, he stood back up again, his mouth bloody and his jaw dislocated. But he soon fixed that and smiled at her.

"Ow. You're not from around here, are you?" He casually twirled his sword around in his hand again. "Gods, I love foreign chicks." He was more careful now. She was no mook that could be easily cut down. Now he wasn't so sure he wanted to. So he waited for her to strike again.