[She had a feeling he might change his tactics this time. Eagle didn't seem like the type to trap himself in a pattern. After their weapons collided she swiftly lifted her sword up and over his in order to set up a direct shot on the other side. The motion was swift and fluid, a perfect coupe as it were. Then with another shove she managed to return the earlier favor and tapped her opponent, then she drew back to plot the next move.

Eagle: 1 Mrs. Middleford: 1

ooc: I didn't color them yet. /throws in fencing terms YAY]