Instead of dodging the blade, Torgeir blocked down and away with his metal arm in the hopes of at least knocking the knife away from his body, if not disarming her with the connection. At the same time, he then swung the sword downward toward her extended leg, knowing from experience that with having two weapons of a sort he did have some sort of advantage. Even if he didn't win the Corellian would at least be able to save some face in this contest with a trained Force user.

A slender hope.

Ignoring the sarcastic note, Torgeir knew she was trying to distract him enough to wound his pride, intending on pushing him to make a mistake.