As Tablurath moved forward his sensitive preternatural sight noted the telltale shifting of the strands of fate that made up his opponent's body. Another thread, different from before, pulsing with power in harmony with the movements of one of the spherical objects in his opponent. Fascinating. 

Khazna noted the pulsing of power that seemed to pool near the young mans feet, his only warning before the concrete shifted then burst forth suddenly. Tablurath’s own sword sailing well above the spear. The tip of stone impacting into his lower abdomen, splitting a ceramic plate and causing the lower segment of the vest to push inward as the net fibers spread the kinetic energy. Even as he attacked Tablerauth realized he couldn't avoid the obstruction as he tucked in his stomach. Thinking quickly, he instead aimed his swing slightly lower to sever the thread of power feeding into the construct. The collision compressing into his stomach and sending him stumbling back as pain shot through his abdomen. 

His vestments had prevented him from being skewered, but the blunt trauma had effectively knocked the air from his lungs and left him with the taste of bile giving evidence to some internal damage. It seemed the attack had been aimed at his stomach, thankfully avoiding his spleen or smaller intestines.      
   
It was at that moment that his opponent reappeared suddenly at Tabluraths 11 O'clock. The construct apparently aiming low. [color=black][i]‘Fast,’[/i][/color] Tablurath thought, but he was right where the Cardinal wanted him. 

Still moving at a leisurely pace when compared to the blinding speed he was capable of. Tablurath sent his left handed into a blur of motion as he weaved his sword back and forth with just his wrist; keeping his arm forward. This had the consequence of knocking loose the mibs still coating the sword, thus leaving trails of looked like ash in the air, creating temporary opaque walls to obscure line of sight to him. Taking the time to evaluate the space between himself and his opponent.  

Now thirteen feet from his opponent, Tablurath shifted his right foot behind him as he extended his right arm up and behind palm open. Cleanly catching Mercy in one motion as it ended its fall exactly at the position he had predicted. At that moment another blade looking exactly like Mercy fell blade down impaling itself at the base of the stone spike where the young man had stood moments ago. The fall earlier having shaken loose the mibs coating that sword and thus activating the mibs prime directive whenever a sword passed through their space. The sound of metal striking and cutting through stone cracked through the air suddenly. Something that could very well distract his opponent if but for a second. 

Tablurath reavulated. His opponent could manipulate stone and rock? At a rather quick rate at that while also simultaneously performing teleportation? Operating such abilities at once clearly made him a powerful foe to be sure. Things were certainly going to get interesting then. His injury made a direct approach unwise at best. Feet spaced and standing in a minor crouch Tablurath allowing him to quickly move left or right, then waited as he watched his opponent.    

Twin spirals of mist expelled themselves from his scabbards that hung from his belt as he held his left hand sword angled pointing in the direction of his opponent and the other angled across his chest.