Khazna watched as his opponent anticipated the coming blow from above and raised their shield to counter it. A sensible maneuver to be sure, textbook really. And all apart of Tabluraths calculations. His sword ricocheted off the women's shield to spring back from the impact uselessly in the air. His opponent seemed intent on keeping her distance it seemed when Tablurath noted she reached for a handful of something…

In one quick motion Rodetta dashed out numerous small little...[i]caltrops[/i]! Khazna noted their telltale three prong spikes as they fell to the ground filling the space between them. Khazna saw them and recognized them for the danger there were...but he didn't even hesitate as his legs continued to pump. With a daft movement of his hand he flicked his right handed sword into an overhand and throw it like a spear forward. Not at his opponent's now unprotected chest or stomach, no, instead a scorched section of earth that was currently littered with caltrops. 

The blade struck fast, the momentum of the throw causing the hilt to rise up, as if the sword was some kind of lever. Khazna jumped then just as he came to the ground currently booby trapped. His mind had taken into account the plethora of factors. The scorched earth had become hardened just enough at it’s surface to allow his sword purchase, just the right amount of strength needed to cause the blade to swing just right, too much and it would have simply sunk deep into the ground. Too little and it would have not had enough energy to stop as he had needed it to. One wrong move and it could have spelled disaster. But this was the world in which Tablurath thrived in. What had made the ever calculating general so dangerous. Using every new obstacle against his opponent as fluidly as water flows around a rock.      

His jump landed his right foot directly atop the sword hilt of his recently thrown blade. How many swords did that make now? That he had thrown to achieve some desired effect or goal? Well it was about time he caught one back for a change. He had no sooner landed, body crouching down as his weight caused the sword to sink into the ground, before he sprung up into the air again. He flew, seeming for one bliss moment that he would simply start flying indefinitely, before gravity began pulling at his body once more. His sword had been set just far enough within the caltrop field to allow him to reach his opponent in two bounds. This was the second. 

As he came down he deftly caught his wayward sword as his right hand shot out to his side, catching it without even looking. To an observer, it would have seemed like this entire series of events had been planned from the start. 

From the moment he had tossed the first blade into the air to the point where now he caught it again. That first sword having never touched the ground this entire time. He tucked his feet into his body as he flew straight for his prey. His only war cry a musical, [color=black]“Huzzzaaaahhh!!”[/color]

Just 8 feet above his opponent he sliced before him in a horizontal cross, which cut through the misting of mibs around him, creating two more replicated blades on either side of the Cardinal. These new swords would finish their construction to then fall just moments after he collided with Rodetta. Two constructs tended to take longer than one. It was a good thing there was so much metal, stone and grass littering this battlefield. His eyes plotted out several strands of energy around her in case she decided to make use of them again as he descended.

Thankfully his opponent had not drawn her sword from before. By the time she had retracted her hand from her throw and grasped her sword halt, then began drawing it. He would already be upon her. If she did go for her sword he’d likely reach her while it was just a little over halfway clearing the sheath assuming she went for it right after. Her quickest response of course was her shield. If she used that, her most ready form of attack and defense. Tablurath would land heavily upon it’s surface, before simultaneously kicking off, the force of which given her mad back peddling would easily knock her off her feet onto her back while launching Khazna into the air again. Which direction he would jump was anyone's guess.