The butler's head was made a paste, and Blink's next few movements were practiced. First, he let go of the knife he was holding, hidden in his sleeve by the pinky. Second, while the knife remained in contact with the skin of his arm, he teleported it to his hand, his fingers wrapping around it. Third, he simultaneously leapt back and struck out with the blade. It wouldn't hit on it's own, he was aiming more to stop Mikkish from advancing further than to do harm. Following that up, he twirled on one foot, bringing his other up.

And then he was gone. Of course, he wasn't actually gone. He'd just, repositioned himself, behind and to the left of Mikkish, to be exact. He hoped the sudden teleportating to out of Mikkish's field of view would disorientate his attacker long enough that he'd be able to land his attack. Finishing the 180 spin, he struck out with his raised leg, aiming for the back of one of Mikkish's knees, hoping the sudden blow there would at least stagger him. Though, given what he'd fought and read of before, he wouldn't be surprised if the man's strength was enough to shrug off the blow.