"Not as broken as I thought..." The Weeper was smart enough to come at his blind side, and fast enough to get there before he was fully prepared. Until he could do something about that sword, he could not afford to stay within reach for too long.
Thinking fast, the Plasma Sphere was slammed down ahead of him, in the fashion of a smoke grenade. Its glass-like shell fractured upon the terrain -- and burst apart with a violent flash of light, releasing its charge within a 4-foot radius. Being a smaller sphere, its inflicted heat and knockback would be painful, but ultimately superficial.

Mikael himself was caught within the explosion -- but unlike his masked opponent, he had nothing to fear. As a living anomaly of science, his body's altered genes held the effect of converting plasma energy into raw momentum. In sync with his natural agility, the blast swiftly accelerated him out of The Weeper's reach, avoiding the blade while retreating five yards from the swordsman's left.
Even on poor ground, Mikael's prior observation made his landing trivial. A low cliff face spanned a fair distance behind him; short enough to climb atop, but too tall for him to jump. A second retreat would be made difficult here, but if it stopped his foe from flying past him again, it was all he needed.

The Weeper had scored one mistake past him already, but Mikael's pride dictated that it would be his last. Using the little time he had, his own weapon was drawn in a reverse grip, brandishing the 5-inch knife in his left hand. His other arm was held out in front, and already a second Plasma Sphere had begun to materialise.