You are my antagonist, with this difference from real warfare, that I shall miss you every time by one hair's breadth, or perhaps two.

Mind you don't flinch, whatever you do." "I'll be sure not to!" she said invincibly.
He pointed to about a yard in front of him.
Bathsheba's adventurous spirit was beginning to find some grains of relish in these highly novel proceedings.

She took up her position as directed, facing Troy.
"Now just to learn whether you have pluck enough to let me do what I wish, I'll give you a preliminary test." He flourished the sword by way of introduction number two, and the next thing of which she was conscious was that the point and blade of the sword were darting with a gleam towards her left side, just above her hip; then of their reappearance on her right side, emerging as it were from between her ribs, having apparently passed through her body.

The third item of consciousness was that of seeing the same sword, perfectly clean and free from blood held vertically in Troy's hand (in the position technically called "recover swords").

All was as quick as electricity.
"Oh!" she cried out in affright, pressing her hand to her side.