The Nerve!

Astrid paused and then rolled her eyes,

"A disappointing maneuver," she said.

"It worked, did it not?" 

"Well, I guess it did," Astrid said and with a glow, the cut on her arm mended as she clicked her tongue, "Well played."

"Thank you," Evian said while feeling a sting from the wound to his side caused by Astrid's blade.

"I'm not convinced and I am not impressed. I expected an epic battle at the end of which, against all odds, you'd manage to cut me."

"'Against all odds'?" Evian asked with his brows raised, "You make it sound like I hardly had a chance."

"You hardly did," Astrid said, "You must have felt it. You must have felt how outclassed you were every step of the way. Your use of the Spear is sloppy and you don't possess nearly enough comprehension to contend with and defeat a Swordmaster even if they were in the same Order of Strength as you— As I just was."

Evian's brows furrowed but he said nothing so Astrid continued,