OOC: That you think to humor me with a light saber. It is a bit of sardonic humor.
IC:
"You well find my blade as versitile as your light saber." Vonta was pushed bach but she felt this one comeing Taking her empowered blade she sunk the sharp tip into the left edge of the log. Now anchored she let the force push knock her backwards. But instead of falling back she grabed hold of the handle of her blade.
The momentum that she gained from flying backwards she now utilize on her anchor. (Newtons third law a force in motion stays in motion) The force push knocks her back wards but leaning to the left she takes the brunt of it on her side. Like an acrobat of infamous circuses through out the spanses of space she swung around it.
His leg sweep meeting with thing air he is quickely needing to respond to a close quarter spining body with a foot on a collision course with his mid section.
