Daxius was relieved to see his opponent finally revealed to him, although Dax had the tools for stealth, he much preferred to meet his opponent in head on combat. He couldn't help but chuckle at his opponents 'cat jokes', a bit of banter always helped him enjoy a fight that little bit more. He grabbed his sword out of the ground and began to walk towards his opponent.

[i][color=662d91]I haven't always looked like this you know, I used to be an elf. Sadly messing around with demonic blood and rituals turned me into this feline creature you see today. But I suppose I cant complain, at least I didnt turn into a....human.[/color][/i]

Daxius's walk became a sprint, he was now charging at the assasin, about to clear the 40 feet distance inhumanly fast, his cat like speed was blinding. 

[color=662d91][i]Catch![/i][/color]

As Daxius was sprining he hurled two more throwing knives in succession at his villanous foe with his non-sword hand, even while running, his accuracy was unnervingly sharp, especially now he could clearly see his opponent. His sword hand had his main rune blade dragging along the cobble stone floor, creating sparks from the friction. He was planning to cut at his oppnents legs in a sweeping motion as soon as he got close enough.