Viera were some of the fastest movers in Ivalice, and Ritz had trained with some of the best there were. She was quite used to paying attention to that hair-prickling feeling, that intuitive sense of someone in her personal space. She twisted, bringing up her armored arm and letting out a yelp as his kick connected, breaking her grip on her sword. She grabbed for the sword with her right, rolling backwards and getting to her feet as she shook out her left arm.