D'Angelo felt no small amount of surprise when he didn't decide to push the two small advantages he had gathered. The burst of light and having his long sword trapped. Adding to the surprise, along with a bit of confusion is when Jahar released the trapped long sword and instead felt the need to let D'Angelo know how effective that little trap had been on others. Wisely, however, D'Angelo decided not to reply.

None of his words had any sort of desired effect on Jahar. When words wouldn't work for the designed purpose then all they were was a waste of breath. Like any other tool, they too could be discarded. As Jahar spoke D'Angelo took a step back and sheathed both of his weapons. That first step back was followed by another, and another. The reason behind those steps back was because of the sensation he felt around his left ankle again combined with the active tattoos that his charm was no doubt warning him about. Though, exactly what those tattoos did, D'Angelo didn't have the slightest clue. 

With the sort of practice movement that comes with hours spent training every day or over a decade D'Angelo reached into one pouch with his pinky and ring finger on his left hand while his thumb and pointer finger worked free a small darkly colored bag on his belt. In the same motion that was used to pull both out his wrist snapped out and downward. 

The resulting affect would be doubled, the first item was a pellet of smoke that when broke would cover the area thirty feet out in all directions wit a heavy dark grey smoke that made it difficult to see the hand in front of your face for a couple seconds before it dissipated over the course of a minute, or more quickly if there was a constant wind. The other was an adhesive gel that would splash out like water but quickly dry like cement. Granted, getting the solution wet again would make it easy to remove. If Jahar didn't move he would find that the ten foot by ten foot area that adhesive gel covered would be enough to root him to the floor.

For his own part D'Angelo took a final step off the edge as he threw the items down. Though where Jahar might expect to hear the crunch of boots on sand when the smoke became to thick to see that far, he would hear only something whizzing through the air to his left, on one of the roofs, then a clinking sound as if metal striking tile.

D'Angelo activated his Cloud Step charm when he stepped of the edge, the magic that slowed his fall gave him ample enough time to remove the Baton shaped item on his back. With the few presses of a button the Rod of Ropes would carry the near weightless form through the air to stand roughly thirty five feet to Jahars left and ten feet up, on a slanted roof. As D'Angelo touched down he would mentally command the charm to stop so that he landed lightly on the balls of his feet and at the same time slipping the Rod of Ropes back into its spot on his back.

The whole process took less than a handful of seconds and D'Angelo was at a spot where he felt he could safely analyze the situation, away from whatever sort of magic Jahar was using. But, more importantly he was on a ground of his choosing, and not letting the man he had been sent to kill control this meeting like he had been this entire time.