Nah, Abby doesn't do nimble, no precise moment. Once she's moving forward, with energy and purpose, that's the way she's going. She sees every hit through for better or for worse and so she collides with his shield, feeling the block ring satisfactorily down both her arms. Her hands sting on the handle of the mace. She grins, pressing her teeth together until they hurt.

"Are you gonna do anything? Or block me until I give up?"