The figure's blades were already up. Her angles were already set. Whatever Kori landed into now would be a controlled exchange with a swordsman who had read the entire descent and built her defence around it. The capture plan was dead. The new plan, made in roughly half a second of available thought, was survive the next contact.
But the way the figure's blades were angled and pointed, and with the speed Kori was heading towards them – she'd just get sliced up into four. At the last possible second, Kori twisted: Mid-spin, mid-descent, her body pivoted on its long axis, her shoulder coming around to take the impact she had originally meant for her hands and knives.
