There is something to be said of the artistry of this world's fighters, elegance and grace with blade and movement. She can take the moment to admire it now, when it's being used this way, without the intent to kill.

She sees the opening, the half a moment, and takes it without hesitation. But instead of the blade, it's her hand, palm flat against Coupe's side. The force applied, careful and precise, would normally be more than enough to knock someone across the courtyard. Here, Diana suspects it will be at most half that. Still better than striking anyone with any weapon, dulled or not, until she understands the full breadth of her limitations.