Again, as soon as her strike began, he could feel its intent as if he was moving her limbs himself. And knowing how true her maneuvers were--he'd seen her skill, felt the speed as she practiced--he knew that blade would stay true on its path. If anything, her perfection made her movements easier to track. There was nothing erratic about her.

With a twist, he avoids the blade and is forced back a step... but still. It seemed as though it was possible that she should have hit. The strike came so close.

Stepping his weight back, there is a moment where he is correcting himself, readying to come at her again. ...You're move, Integra.