[She does dodge to the side, swinging her scythe around so that it's once again facing behind her, ready to come down in a blow as soon as she needs it to. If this guy wasn't some kind of murderer, she would have admired his skill. But if he was fast, she would just need to be faster.]
[Again, this time, she was pushing herself at her limit.]
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[Again, this time, she was pushing herself at her limit.]