The yelp from Torn told her that the plan to surprise her opponent had succeeded, and there was an amused grin on her face. She waited a few, long moments to see what he would do, then showed Torn the answer to his question before actually saying anything. "Oh, about like that," she said with a chuckle. From how quickly he fell, Moliira could tell that he hadn't been expecting such a move. She only shook her head when Torn actually bothered to caution her, he still didn't quite realize just who he was dealing with. "Oh, don't worry about me. This old wolf still has a few tricks," Moliira said, maintaining the cheeky attitude that seemed to mirror Torn's.
She landed lightly, rolling once to slow her momentum, and Moliira was quickly back on her feet, swords drawn. Her mind worked quickly, analyzing Torn's stance and the best way to get past the shield. It was likely she would have to employ dirty tactics… and she was a drow after all. It was practically expected. And for her, it was just a matter of getting in a clear shot. Her two blades were held firmly in her hand, whirling them in the air casually.
But the moment Torn got into range, they stopped moving in a blur and snapped at the spear and shield. She did not mind retreating, picking her steps carefully. It was a test, and a trap, in order for her to better understand how Torn fought. Moliira was confident that he couldn't physically overwhelm her, and she knew she was the faster of the two. Jabs were deflected down, and a plan started to form in her form. A trio of them, actually. But it would depend on the opening that she got first. One involved a more straightforward assault, the second a bit of subterfuge, and the third a bit of trickery. Perhaps her final plan would be a blend of the three.
For now though, Moliira kept her blades in motion, kept her steps careful and measured.