Jahar was pressing his advantage, dashing through the cloud of glass and sand  at him with speed beyond anything Nicoli had ever seen, from anyone. Ever. Had he not been using his Radiim technique he was sure he would have been sliced in two by the large wickedly curved Khopesh that the man carried. Even as it was despite hit his own enhanced abilities it would have been impossible to dodge were it not for the properties of two of the charms that he wore.

Nicoli shifted all of his weight onto his right foot and threw his body to the right and away from the blade, at the same time twisting his upper half and drawing his left leg back. The stance was anything but smooth, under normal circumstances he would have toppled into the ledge of the slightly taller roof. But, as it was, his enchantment held his right foot in place as his body bent backwards, the tip of his opponents weapon starting to slice in to skin when Nicolis bent out of its path, if he had to guess the wound was a good four inches in length on his lower abdomen, but how deep he could not yet tell.

Nicoli's right hand reached out to catch the ledge to prevent himself from falling flat on his back. Using  that arm, his enhanced strength and keeping the one boot planted he was able to reverse his momentum and pop his body back up just as Jahar went tumbling over the edge. 

This time it was Nicolis turn to press the advantage and he stepped towards the lip his hands, in a familiar action, enhanced by his adrenaline went to his belt yet again. This time he held nothing back, his right hand reaching for the daggers he wore while his left went for another vial.

Before he threw anything Nicoli took a step forward and looked to be about to fall, but instead as he pitched over the edge his feet found purchase on the side of the roof so that his body was horizontal with the ground, directly above Jahar. The first dagger was thrown, straight down at the man, the other hand threw a dark blue vial that once it hit the ground would flash freeze it five feet out in all directions, Alchemist Ice. 

It wouldn't stop there however, depending on the speed with which Jahar recovered and if the slick ice had any effect on his footing he would continue to throw daggers at the man. Three more in total if the opportunity presented itself, all aimed at the mans core. The daggers, at such a close range, would be a red, black and steel blur as they whistled through the air.