The blade swept narrowly over his opponent’s head, though only a complacent swordsman would expect his first blow to land. He drew the blade back and stepped forward, thrusting it forth with his all his might aiming to catch his opponent before he could withdraw, and without a shield his options for escaping were limited. 

He fully expected the shortsword to pierce at least an inch into the middle of his opponent’s chest, likely allowing him the chance to finish him off with a twist of his hand. However Mikael’s speed was nothing to be scoffed at, and his strange explosives were formidable, which forced the Weeper to take note of the new one forming in his opponent’s off hand.

He was committed now, time would tell what his piercing thrust would do should it be blocked with the explosive.