Violet dives for the blades, so fast to be normal, and as she skids to a hastened stop, her hards curled around her daggers in an almost possessive manner, she deflects the blow, being driven back by the sheer force of the attack, only managing to absorb abot seventy percent.
Maintaining her balance, she stays low to the ground as she evaluates the scenerio, her breath quick and her eyes darting from side to side, a bead ofsweat runs down her brow. Holding her daggers, she licks her lips, and spits heatedly.
"I will not be so idiotic as to lose my weapons again."