Song Yan bit her tongue, using the sharp pain to keep her focus.
"Falling Petal Steps," Song Yan softly whispered.
This was a movement technique of the Song Clan, and despite her weakened state, her footwork was exquisite.
She twirled on her heel, and her body blurring just a fraction of an inch out of the weapon's path.
The heavy broadsword missed Song Yan by a hair's breath as it slammed into the dirt, sending a shockwave of gravel into the air.
"Hmmm," The bandit leader frowned as he looked up at Song Yan.
But before he could recover his stance, Song Yan movaed again, and stepped closer to him. With a graceful motion, she brought her iron sword up in a sharp, diagonal slash.
SHLUCK!
The blade sliced cleanly through the unarmored gaps of his leather bracers, severing the tendons in both of his wrists.
The bandit's eyes bulged in shock as his broadsword slipped from his bleeding hands.
