The chunk of metal missed Citri's head by an inch, although it skimmed her axeblade, throwing her attack off. She would have normally attempted to dodge it, but she wasn't entirely in the game at the moment. She halted herself and brought her free hand to her forehead.
"What kind of aim was that? Sure, I expect to destroy you, but any idiot can see that you're more competent that some grunt." she hissed, scowling. The man clearly doubted her ability. She bashed her forehead with her fist a few times in effort to snap herself into complete fighting mode.
She did a backflip, easily gaining a large amount of height. While directly above the man, she dove at him with a kick. He'd soon learn that she wasn't entirely reliant on her familiar. The fool.