Irene
The lack of resistance to the blow forewarned her of his evasive manuevers before she felt the result of the followup, but her body protested at the strike to her tendons and muscles. Despite her attempt to make up for the difference between them, the outcome was natural. He was faster to begin with, perhaps faster than anything else she'd faced, and his weapon was far swifter than her improvised block of metal.
But his offensive power wasn't a threat so long as he didn't strike a weakpoint in her skull. Skin split and bones rattled where he struck her joints, but at her neck the sword was warded off by hardening hair which covered her skin.
Irene practically vaulted to her hands and spun from her hips, pushing him off with a sweeping kick reminiscent of capoeira. In the second immediately after, she rolled into a crouch facing the skeleton, pulling her platform to cover her. The blackened metal stood between them as a shield for only an instant before she threw it.
The broken down ventilation box flew at Lorenzo, daring him to avoid it. Would he rocket to the side, slide under, or vault over it straight at her? It was likely the latter, and equally likely that he knew she wanted just that.
LorenzoHah! So her hair really was emerald, he hadn't fought such a tough cookie since, well, ever. Due to the recoil, his body flinched back and was wide open for her devastating kick, but in a surprising display of nimbleness he used the momentum to flip upside down over his hand and block her blow with his sword, thus protecting his precious smoked ribs at the cost of being blown away to the other side of the hall.
Flipping back and over, he grinned and gritted his burning teeth in anticipation, and as he landed on all fours he witnessed her impromptu weapon flying straight at him with monstrous strength.
Dodge? How? He could move left, right, above or below, but she knew he could from the getgo. No, that vixen was planning something, he could feel her devious plot rattling through his bones. Swifter than ever, he thrust his palm and released a fireball of intense fire that exploded right into her box, shattering it into a bunch of melting pieces. Dust and smoke littered all over the place, but luckily the hole above gave enough for the flames to feed.
Casual as ever, he wiped the soot off his coat and gave the girl a honestly friendly laughter. "Woah, that was close. You're pretty good! Shame about your weapon though. Well, I never said I'd fight you fairly." His blade cut the air with a swift slash and the flames behind him parted, only for the wall of fire behind the woman to grow even thicker as it circled her frame, giving her but a 10 meter distance from the column of flame.
"Sooo, how does that drink sound about now?" He asked her like he expected a comeback of sorts.