Using her far superior knowledge and grasp of fighting, Layne needed only the briefest of moments to turn his own hilt against him. Using basic principles of momentum, she put Daz in a hold, with the spike on his hilt coming dangerously close to piercing his throat.
"If this had been a real fight," she said, keeping the hold locked, "you'd be dead now. Impaled by that wiz spike of yours."