Psylocke's psionic katana clashed with the real thing. A leg lashed out and Psylocke skittered to the side, dodging the second strike from the real katana of her black-clad opponant.
Now she was on the edge of the shipping crate. She didn't need to look behind her to know that another step backward would result in her fall. Unable to go forward, however, she bent her knees and propelled herself into the air. She twisted and landed solidly on the next shipping crate. Her opponant tried to follow suit, but she was able to throw him off midjump with a well timed strike with her katana. He was the one that fell.
"And cut!"
Psylocke stepped down off the top of the false shipping crate while the crew did their thing.