"Betrayed by your own. How unfortunate." He stops the first two blows with ease, the last head-strike he is unsuccessful at parrying, slipping through and clanging resoundingly against his helm. He is momentarily given pause, and the first of the alternating side-slices also bites home, tearing into his tabard, before his defenses return and the remaining two are blocked, and he steps in, trying to muscle her back with a heavy, sweeping overhand blow that he clearly intends to have her either block, and then be smashed down by, or to put her to flight. He wants to clear the area a bit so his longer arms can wreak havoc properly.