[And now this, this, is where instinct and talent fail. He's better than she is, the first few seconds of this exchange have already shown that clearly enough, shown that she won't win fighting like this. She should have broken off, retreated, perhaps used those weapons of hers to gain some degree of advantage at range.

But he knows that isn't her way. He can hear it in her fists as loud and clear as if it were coming in words. His own fists and his blade speak back to her as they slip past her defenses and turn aside her counters. Power is rigid, it makes her brittle. Fire is temporary, it dies when it burns out.]

A will to fight is not a lack of fear. [His blade catches the side of her weapon and twists to lock in place as he pushes back against her. That green light of his visor burning into her eyes.] What has been done cannot be undone. Not everything that has been lost can be regained. Facing that truth is what you fear!

[He pushes hard, twisting his blade to break her guard and spins around to deliver a sharp kick to her middle. Enough to deplete the last of her Aura, should it connect, but perhaps also enough to give her Semblance the fuel it needs.

If he's calculated correctly.]