It had come to this. As the Lord Cardinal descended his opponent raised their hand releasing a ball of flame directly toward him. Any other warrior would have been defenseless in the face of such an attack. Khazna didn't even bat an eye. The body of fire shot upwards, but in Khazna’s eyes it was an intricate web of energy, filled with innumerable strands of crisscrossing pathways that flowed with ethereal power that gave it the shape it existed in now, and like all constructs, they could be made to break. With the elegant twist of a sword, using the momentum of his earlier swing, Tablurath plunged the weapon forward at the last moment the fire storm would have consumed him. He felt the hot oppressive wave of heat hit him like an unseen gale of wind on a stormy night. The light of it stung his eyes, which thankfully were protected from the heat by his mask.

 Then in another instance it was gone, embers of heat flickering out as if the entire thing had imploded on itself. The Cardinals extraordinary sight picking that one strand of energy that needed to be severed, that same flicker of fiber he had had his eyes on before she had even began creating her ball of fire. When the ball had collapsed, so had the heat it had created leaving, but a plume of smoke in the air between them. The smoke was no obstacle to Khazna, seeing his opponent as a skeletal figure made of red webs like living veins pulsing with blood. He emerged from the smoke just moments after his opponent had fallen on her back from the force of her own attack, already attempting to roll back over her head. 

 He had calculated the probability of her use of fire again after her earlier use, adjusting and adding it to his choice of weapons and tactics. Sadly few were they who could catch Tablurath with the same trick twice. So there was no loss of speed or momentum in his descent upon defeating the attack. Leaving his opponent rudely unprepared as she tucked in her legs and rolled backwards. His right handed sword which had absorbed most of the energy from the collapsed fireball, that power now causing it to glow a menacing red, was posed to stab the rolling woman directly through the back mid roll as she was in the midst of her maneuver. The added force from the fall, along with the raw power pulsing in the sword now, should give it enough force, speed and cutting strength to pierce the women's armor. The thrust aimed specifically for the cervical vertebrae area and would quite likely end this bout indefinitely should it land. 

Given the women's awkward position and the speed of which Tablurath was coming in for the kill. Avoiding the blow, which likely she did not even see coming, seemed in the realm of the unlikely at best, to impossible at worst. Even so, once Tablurath landed in a crouch he would spring forward if his blow was somehow avoided to continue the assault.