The Weeper paced back in preparation as Mikael approached. His gun had been withdrawn in favour of his sword - a considerably lesser threat, but nonetheless one which he would have trouble dealing with up close. Even before his approach, he had kept it in his best interests not to let such a situation happen.
His Plasma Sphere was released from his right hand, carefully timed as he made his final step. His left knee swung outwards, effortlessly volleying the explosive mass straight towards the sword-wielder's lower. 

The sphere would not detonate upon contact, unless The Weeper were to contest it with his strength. Regardless, Mikael's transfer of force had considerably slowed his travel; combined with the size and density of his projectile, he was certain to have interrupted any chance of being attacked from the front. Should the swordsman happen to evade, the sphere would roll ten feet past his prior position, primed to detonate precisely two seconds later.