[color=00aeef][i][b]Nodah Listig[/b][/i][/color]

Desdemona moved, far more quickly than she had insofar. [i]Yet another army of exoskeletal sellswords,[/i] Nodah thought with an internalised groan as they attacked his face and hands, a swarming veil threatening to rob his vision. [i]Tedious.[/i] He raised his hands, feeling the first grotesque tickles of beating wings and miniscule limbs, and had just enough time to send another pulse at them when he felt his legs buckle beneath him, a sharp pain throbbing in the back of his thigh. His kneecaps cracked audibly against the floor, and Nodah grimaced his pain into the ground. Wasting no time, he flipped himself onto his back to stare at Desdemona, her legs a dark mass. He had felt that blow keenly through the protective barrier. 

Nodah could repay the favour, but bringing Desdemona to the ground would not further the fight. Hovering his palms on either side of him inches above the floor, he sparked a gentle pulse that returned him nimbly to his feet, facing Desdemona. Stepping lightly away from her, he reached out for the gravity to weigh heavily down on Desdemona's feet, pinning her to the spot. He shrugged one shoulder apologetically at her, and tucked his hand away into his trouser pocket. [color=00aeef]"You will forgive me,"[/color] he said. [color=00aeef]"I enjoy my duels without hand-to-hand combat, and twice already have you lunged for me."[/color]