[She does catch it, but there's not enough time to react at the speed he's moving; the weight forces her hands onto the floor to brace. Her dress saves her, though, an innocuous sheath wrap of fractal smart-polymer military hardware. The blow makes her grunt with Zane's strength behind it, but the glass blade shrieks and skids and doesn't penetrate the cloth-like armor. She gets her hand around the handle of her staser and kicks back towards his knee with a heavy bootheel and unerring aim guided by her new vision, more to buy herself a moment of time to twist around than because she expects it to actually land.]
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