*puts her hands behind her and backs across the courtyard, trying to stay out of reach*You say you are fast, my lady. But to keep your eye on me as you are doing now, you are in danger of falling.
Does the thought of my falling concern you? *sidesteps, instead, maybe trying to mislead him*
I would not wish my victory to be spoiled if you fall, then what sort of victor would I be?
Oh, the wise sort, that lets his opponent defeat herself. *picks up her skirts and darts straight past him, starting to giggle again*