Adrienne grinned broadly, dropping into a predatory low crouch, her eyes flashing. The "en-guarde" stance was all well and good when both combatants had similar weapons. However here, the playing field was far from level. Her sabre was broad and heavy, built for hacking and slashing, leaving deep, yawning wounds. Kynne's rapier was almost the antithesis of this. A slight, nimble weapon built to make precise stabs at the vital organs. This would appear to be a problem, as Adrienne's heavier blade would be easier to manouver around, but one clean hit on the slender blade, and the sabre would snap it in two.
a wolf-like hunger in her eyes, Adrienne began to circle away from the tree trunk, twirling her sword in a fluid figure of eight, the blade flashing in the still air. She would stop when the was directly behind her and Kynne. Stopping, she bent at the knee and reached out, grabbing something from the ground and curling into her left hand. She adopted a less formal "en-guarde" position, with her sword arm forward, left arm a little lower, knees bent.
As the stillness passed around the two combatants, Adrienne sprang into motion. She swept her sword arm back, hammering the blade down towards Kynne's shoulder, angling the blade so any rapier thrust at her chest would be dashed aside by the heavier blade. As the blade swept down, Adrienne stepped forward, so that there was only around two feet of distance between them. With a swift motion, her left hand darted forward, casting a handful of soil and mud at Kynne's eyes, in an attempt to blind him and halt any counter attack.
Should the mud disorient him sufficiently, Adrienne would grasp for the katana on his belt, in an attempt to yank the keen blade from its sheath, pushing it into his gut as she drew it, hoping to spill his guts out onto the ground. If the mud was not successful, she would dart backwards, blade held centrally to cover any riposte from her first strike.