Ciela didn't realize he was punching until it was way too late to alter her trajectory. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaap crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap started running through her head as she did the only thing she could. At this speed, she was effectively locked into this trajectory. She could make minor adjustments to the sides, but any turn sharper than a few degrees was too much. The fact that she was so small helped a little bit as it was less mass to try and move, but she still couldn't turn or stop fast enough to dodge.

She tried to angle a wing around in addition to turning as much as she could, but still ended up taking the punch fairly square on the right shoulder. Her forward momentum kept her from going very far backward, but it also drove her even harder into the attack. She cried out in pain, tumbling back through the air and only managing to catch herself after spinning three or four full turns. The pain blossomed from her shoulder down her arm and torso, and she instinctively moved to clutch it. Her vision got a little cloudy, realizing the pain had caused her eyes to tear up. She gritted her teeth, trying to tough the pain out, but a little voice in the back of her mind expressed it wouldn't be surprised if her collarbone was at least fractured, if not outright broken.

Her vision went from cloudy to red, and she reached her left arm over, pulling one of her wings off and converting it to sword form, a blade almost as long as she was tall. She would lose nearly all of her ability to control her flight, but she didn't care. Right now, she wanted Chrohn dead. "YAAAAAAAAAGH!" She let out a high-pitched war cry as she charged again, swinging the sword at Chrohn's head. Her right arm was dangling, a nasty bruise forming already under the fabric of her dress.

It hit! He felt it, and from the expression on her face, he was positive Ciela felt it too. As she hurtled past him, now injured, Chrohn didn't take time to talk to himself, yet. The gambler didn't want to take this chance for a surprise attack on him again and he immediately turned around to find a teary eyed Ciela. Little did Chrohn know that this was apparently the calm before the storm as he thought, I did not expect it to hurt her that much, but on the bright side, I can now say everything works. He picked up Lucky 7 as he approached her as he was worried about her silence, and then she rose.

Oh that's good, she's still up and okay, he thought joyfully. At least, he was joyful until the wings turned out to be variable form great swords of sorts that were specifically pointed at him. It wasn't hard to take note of the anger that was visible across her face. And now she is out for blood and I seem to be the main course, thanks for the wing warning, V! If most women were like this, Chrohn feared for humanity because of all the female employs that were in the field of hunting. The blonde didn't expect her to charge towards him, but he was able to predict the initial attack; after all, what else is there to expect from rage-driven angry people with big swords - not passively sitting there, that's for sure.

The next series of strikes were literally staggering, but after the initial strike and the second strike following the bum rush and slash, Chrohn figured out that most of the attacks were aimed at head level. So while this did make the ability to evade a bit easier after blocking, there was a clear pattern, it also gave Chrohn an increased sense of urgency as, well, all of the attacks were seemingly aimed at his head. And now a training session has devolved into a clear fight for my life, this is not worrying or life threatening at all, the blonde thought with a fair amount of panic and sarcasm, I have to figure out how to stop this without having little miss Berserk take my head off, as I kind of need that.

After back stepping several times, moving himself well out of the girl's immediate range, Chrohn looked at the enraged harpy before taking a stance with his sword at the ready for whichever came first, an attack or a defense.

Ciela gripped her sword tighter, knuckles going a little white. She was still crying from the pain, which was only getting worse as time went on and she kept fighting. She noticed only because the tears were beginning to collect a little in her goggles, forming a small reservoir at the bottom of her field of view. When he dodged away from her last strike, the follow through made her spin around. She lost Chrohn's position, and had to finish another full spin to find him again.

She gripped at her injured shoulder again, gritting her teeth harder. She dropped back to the floor, knees almost buckling under her, but she managed to keep her footing. She was a little worried about the fact that she was forced to fight with her bad arm, as her dominant shoulder was entirely out of commission. But right now, she had a target. She let out another war cry, this time obviously tinged with pain instead of the pure rage of the first one, and charged along the floor. Her one remaining wing provided some control of her path as she kept swinging at Chrohn, this time going for his midsection. She used her hovering to build up momentum, spinning around and swinging with more and more rotational force.

As she charged, Chrohn had moved his sword into such a position that it might as well serve as a wallshield. With her onslaught, it served effectively until the jarring caused him to loosen his grip over the constant barrage. After another blow, the sword was sent flying from his hands, but he didn't have time to focus on that nor to immediately retaliate. It was through the loss of his sword that he saw how Ciela was pulling off this offensive madness. 

With her next attack, he could do nothing but block with his arms. Yes, his semblance was always viable, but that was typically used in a life or death situation, and while Chrohn was troubled, he didn't feel he was that close to expiring. The sword strike afterwards had cut clean into his upper arm with how he was guarding, but also bounced off his gauntlet, denting it as he did so. It hurt, but it lead to something far greater than his pain, This has to be an opening, I'm sure of it! the hunter trainee thought, and he took what felt to be this opportunity to surge forward with an onslaught of his own to try and knock the girl out of it, literally.

With two quick steps forward, the two were face to face from what Chrohn could tell, despite her having about a foot over him because of how she was hovering. Now while he was worried about whatever other tricks the girl had up her sleeve, there was one thing that made Chrohn glad about the diminished distance between them: she could no longer use her sword, and it was here that he let loose a flurry of his own, loosing dust-piston powered punch after punch towards the small girl until the liquid dust capsules popped out from running out of charge. "Is...is it over," he muttered. It seemed silent, but Chrohn was still on his guard.