Her mind was so far away from being that scared little girl she had been when she joined the guild while they fought, both her experience, and the influence of her partial takeovers were making her focus her every attention on the fight at hand.
When the wind blade hit her water, it dulled its effects, even though the ice shattered under it's pressure. Aayla could still feel the strong breeze blow through her, but it wasn't enough to cut her.
'I have to get that sword away from him... and why isn't Cirven helping...'
She thought to herself in frustration but didn't stop, she didn't have time too as Zenshin withdrew his sword once more, and soon hurled it at the young water dragon slayer. She had to find a way to get it away from him, and to be able to get close enough to begin an offensive. She took in a deep breath just as she landed on the ground, bringing both hands to either side of her before swiping them forward, left over right. The water remaining on the ground suddenly built up into two large waves (one on either side of Zenshin) and when she swiped her hands, he waves flew towards one another, aiming to slam into Zenshin from either side and trap him.
Meanwhile his sword was still flying towards her, and found it's target, embedding itself into Aayla's left hand as she had just positioned herself in such a way to 'catch' the sword is a less than ideal way. She had to admit, even for such a high rank she was suprised how easily the sword sailed through her scales. She quickly trie to grab the hilt of it with her right hand, gritting her teeth tightly as she cried out through them, slightly muffling her cry as she gripped the sword tightly, as if that would stop the pain.