[i]*Cling!*[/i] The distinct sound of metal on metal alerted Khazna immediately to the fact his strike had not met flesh. Not to mention the feeling of unyielding steel as he met resistance. The cut did manage to slice through the fabric of his cape near the edge, keeping it in place for a moment, Khazna then pulled back with a flourish bringing his sword up around freeing it. It was at that moment Tablurath saw the flare of energy building up within his opponent. Materializing to his sensitive sight as an ominous and intense red aura. There was no time to avoid it in their close quarters dance. He tucked in his limbs as best he could, crossing his blades over his chest to avoid cutting himself with them, just as the kinetic force of his opponents attack came full force. The fire burst rocked Tablurath back, even as he dropped backward curving into a ball as he did so. Thus he rolled with the force of the fire burst, his cape getting set on fire along with some of his gear. Thankfully none of his skin was exposed, saving him from any permanent first or second degree burns while the roll had helped kill any lingering flames. He came out of the back-roll springing to his feet just fourteen feet away from his opponent. The motion combined with a tight spin to the left, having clicked the clasp for his cape, his left hand shooting up and behind him as he casted off his cape. Fluidly leaving him in a stance that had his right foot leading, right sword low and the other high, both pointing at the enemy's face. His cape having already been positioned before him just before the fire burst, had taken most of the flames. Though now it fluttered away in the wind alight with embers as it slowly burned. [color=black]“That was my favorite cape.”[/color] Tablurath stated plainly. He read the distance between them, judged the current of air, calculated time and distance. Then did something his opponent would have never expected. He underhanded tossed his right handed sword into the air sending it 20 or so feet above them. Having noted the dark mist from earlier had cleared, along with a good portion of the grass around his opponent. Tablurath filed that information away. It seemed that the nanomachines had been the target, not him exactly. Interesting. He moved forward then at the same moment he had tossed up his sword, fixing in his mind the strands of arcane energy left still pulsing with power from his opponents recent use of them. He’d need to bypass that pike of hers first if he wanted to get in range with his own sword. Luckily he had several ideas to circumvent his opponents defenses. More dark mist swirled from his scabbard as he moved, he immediately swept his other sword through the mist. Causing the Mibs within to instantly begin constructing a perfect duplicate. As he came within eight feet the sword was finished and he cleanly caught it in his run. He was aware of being within striking distance of his opponent's weapon. If she struck out he would prepare a defense. If not he would be free to move forward to just about six feet away, sending his newly minted right handed blade into a high thrust. As if to stab his opponent in the face, though with the twist in his wrist as the blade was held upward would allow natural transitions to follow through from that position.