Dumb
The sudden change in maneuver caught Y3 off guard. Even slowing down his perspective as far as he could, he could only move his body so fast. He yanked himself away from the encroaching blade as fast as he could manage, and prevented it being a lethal blow, though not a harmless one. He watched with excruciating patience as the spear tip tore through his helmet's left optics; the projected displays briefly switched to static before blacking out, then breaking apart as the foreign object cruised through them. The spear only came close enough to his eyes to scrape a thin sliver of moisture off each, and leave a small cut on the ridge between them.
As Gil sailed down to the ground behind the Qunit he felt certain his blow must have landed. He had felt an awful lot of resistance from the blade after all. He looked back to see his foe standing still for longer than he had for the whole fight thus far, reinforcing his belief. Y3 slowly turned around to the right, revealing the large slice taken out of the helmet, and the very angry pair of eyes it uncovered. A menacing turquoise mist began forming around his eyes, and barely a moment later Gil was pulled towards Y3 by a strong yet unapparent force. Y3 began the motions of slashing down once more, the spot Gil was now hurtling towards looking less and less inviting by the second.