[center][i] "You cling to antique old weapons of a bygone age, take away your blades and you can do nothing."

"But as long as I have them, I can do anything."[/i] 
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Khazna had been waiting for his enemy to intercept him, never entertaining the notion his foe would allow him within striking range. So when his opponents defense constructed itself in the form of a bowl like formation of ice; he was ready. Speeding through the air of course meant Khazna could not easily avoid the obstruction, be he didn't have to. Tablurath's preternatural sight noted immediately when the threads of energy circulating the system inside his opponents body were stimulated. It was the briefest of warnings, but it was ample enough warning for Tablurath. As the ice formed, a black mist swept a path before the Cardinal, made up of countless nanobots. A flash of movement of Serenity's razor sharp blade later saw another exact duplicate of that same sword suddenly appear instantly constructed by the machines.

The momentum of the cut sent the newly forged blade spinning end over end toward the ice bowl just as it come into shape. Such was Tablurath's combat perception that once he had seen the coming danger his mind formed a perfect counter faster than any normal human mind would have been able to comprehend or achieve. Just moments before the nanobot forged blade spun hard and fast into the bowl and piercing it partway from its momentum, Tablurath noted that his opponent had drawn out his energy from the ice construct for whatever reason. Arriving a heartbeat behind the sword turned makeshift platform, Tablurath landed the flat of his left foot on it's pommel. Normally Tablurath possessed the ability to completely arrest his inertia, such was his control over his high speed movements and why his bones did not merely shatter from the intense speed. But as he landed behind the blade, he sent all his gathered energy directly into it's halt. 

The effect sent such force through the ice as to create countless fissures to appear like a web of cracks from the point where the sword impaled it. The bowl still managed to hold shape for the most part though. Rising his left foot he sent his right leg down on the blades pommel at the same instant with a burst of speed and strength that resulted in freight-train force. The effort effectively launched Tablurath backward through the air, yet it had a profound effect on the blade as well, as the blow shot it away from him in the opposite direction. The makeshift platform turned missile blasted through the ice barrier with the speed and strength of ballista bolt straight toward Khold. Tablrauth had been aiming more to his left in order to pierce his spine as well, but instead the blade would pierce directly through the man’s lower left abdomen, cutting through his left kidney with enough force to break bone and pin him to the ice platforms surface at his feet. 

Khazna for his part rocketed backward flipping through the air before colliding with a giant strand of prettified web, his knees bending under the force of the landing and grunting with the effort. It left both his feet sore but no worse for ware, and gave him an instant to take in the other man’s reaction. Considering the quick response, in the realm of a second, speed of the sword replica, and near point blank distance it had to travel. The chances of Khold avoiding it seemed unlikely at best. Not to mention he was already in the midst of forging a spear, shifting to a shield seemed unlikely. It didn't help that the sword clone still possessed all the resistances and potencies to the elements its true counterpart did.

Khold might have tried to repair the ice beforehand, but he had since stripped it of any energy he might have used to further manipulate it. If nothing else, Tablurath would learn if Khold possessed inhuman perception and accelerated thought that would put his to shame, which seemed vastly more unlikely. Still anything was possible, so moments after landing Tablurath was already moving, running full circle around the spider thread, moving fast enough to momentarily defy gravity, running across its length until he was atop it, his blades both singing as they spun increasingly faster. 
 

 
 (Sidenote: It would effect ascension rate, which is what he was doing)