A strong current of air following Rauchnaut's blew up the mist in shape of his pesky lizard opponent into a thin veil of smoke, only for it to completely dissapear the next second. What was it, an illusion? Some sort of decoy? The answer came fast, Max reappering within the demon's sight - only now, straight behind him. 

The thought of facing a teleporting enemy were slightly unpleasant to him, especialy armed with just a sword - but as his mind told him, there were little to fear. Before the dread completely took over him, he had already piced all he knew about the lizrd together, surfacing the evident truth: it were no real mage, capable of multiple instances of such an ardous feat as teleporting, neither using it effectively for offence, nor possible able to keep evading his attack in such a manner for too long. His blades, the tacky bow and sparse use of the shadow magic demonstrated earlier affirmed Rauchnaut's suspicions, and so, the demon only had to tire him out.

Ignoring the two blades, which obviously weren't directed at him, Rauchnaut covered the 20 meter - a petty distance for artificial muscle - in one powerful jump, and threw a downwards diagonal slash once again, aiming to hit Max just as he reached the ground. The momentum generated by his fall would have to be somehow compensated, and even if he were to dodge, the demon were sure his opponent would be restricted in his movements, creating the chance for another follow up strike.