The stuttering sound like metal hitting stone greeted Khanza’s ears as his sword struck the back of his opponent's neck. This new information was quickly figured into Tablurath’s battle strategy. What did it mean? Even the kinetic force from his momentum had proven to have no effect. His blade deflected toward the ground sinking into the dirt. He left it there as he landed in a crouch, knees bent not wishing to waste a second as he used that position to spring forward. Despite his first attacks impotence he had no intention of stopping. His first blade had curiously been found lacking, but he’d see how his second sword would fare. As Rodetta came up from her roll, Tablurath brought his left handed sword up and around, cutting in a horizontal swing from the right of his opponent aiming for her neck while she was still in a crouch as she started to stand from her roll. Seeking to take advantage of her awkward position as she recovered from her backward roll to fully stand and before she could clear her sword from its sheath. Tablurath had kept track of the descent of his two newly forged swords in his mind's eye, his right hand ducking the behind him palm up. If his first swing was blocked, a difficult proposition given his opponent's position and the speed of his attack, he’d go low in his next swing with his newly caught sword coming around aiming for the side of her knee; the sword held in a hammer grip but with blade reversed. Going for the gap in the armor there while he retracted the first sword back. His opponent had proven quite resilient thus far. He almost hoped she continued to prove as hard to kill just to see how well she was with that sword of hers. If she ever got the moment to draw it.