As Mikael had obviously decided to launch his explosive as a projectile, albeit at particularly short range, The Weeper was not standing around to meet it. His backward step, covered by his slashing sword, turned into a full back-pedal and a neat skip to the left, just narrowly avoiding the explosive Orb and allowing it to trail past him. The unusual method of projecting the ball had been smart in some ways, but it had only lengthened the necessary time before the ball could travel the fairly short distance while providing ample suggestion to Mikael’s intent to the hyper-reactive swordsman, so its necessity was questionable. 

However, like any trained swordsman, he attempted to follow up hoping to catch his opponent unarmed and off-guard. Technically it would have been exceedingly unlikely that Mikael would have survived that nimble side-step that dragged The Weeper’s body and his sword into his oncoming path. Fortunately for Mikael his explosive decided that moment was prime for it to erupt, and the ensuing explosion caught The Weeper off guard and unbalanced, it crashed into the swordsman with enough force to spin him full body. He actually landed just off to his foe’s right hand-side, his gun clawed from his grasp, though his sword remained at hand. 

He allowed his momentum to carry him into a messy backward roll that furthered the distance between him and his opponent’s original position by about ten feet, though he had yet to see if the close proximity explosion had also thrown his foe like it had thrown him.

He came to his feet with his sword at the ready, surprisingly none-the worse for wear save for a few more bruises and a buzzing in his ears from the repeated explosions. With his pistol no longer at hand the Weeper couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, this fight was going to be more irritating than he imagined.