[The glaive is hard - far harder than its steel-like appearance belies. Almost as if it were a blade made of diamond.

But when his foot strikes the blade, an odd thing happens. The pole snaps cleanly and the blade goes flying. The rest of the pole shines with light and re-forms rapidly in her hand as she keeps her forward momentum, intentionally pulling her angle down to target his chest instead of his throat as her hands clasp together around what was a broken haft and is now blunted longsword]