[Penelope can't help but snort, moving her hand up and over, the shillelagh moving in tandem. Up, out of the way of the blade, and then the butt of it whips around, rapping against the wide blade of the sword, deflecting it and hopefully diverting the owner to the side.
Pen takes a step backwards, away from the flowers, giving herself a little more breathing room to manipulate the weapon. Her counterstroke is swift, the knobbed head of the club taking a swipe at the fingers gripping the sword's hilt.]
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[Penelope can't help but snort, moving her hand up and over, the shillelagh moving in tandem. Up, out of the way of the blade, and then the butt of it whips around, rapping against the wide blade of the sword, deflecting it and hopefully diverting the owner to the side.
Pen takes a step backwards, away from the flowers, giving herself a little more breathing room to manipulate the weapon. Her counterstroke is swift, the knobbed head of the club taking a swipe at the fingers gripping the sword's hilt.]