Khanza’s sword clashed with the women's in a spectacular display; even as the Ryllan General followed up managing to finally land telling blow on his elusive opponent. Suddenly his opponent shot upward too quickly and at too akward an angel regardless for him to read it. Her helmed head struck the center of his face knocking him backward and cracking the mask he wore, it’s padding the only thing that saved him from a broken nose.   

He stumbled back a step before his left leg shot behind steadying him, his right handed blade spun about in his hand skillfully so that the blade pointed up. While he instinctively swept his left hand wide to the side, causing the edge of his left hand sword to strike it’s falling clone constructed from earlier. The strike sending it spiraling away in an arch back into the air leaving it just nine feet high and 3 feet from his opponent's right side. 

Effectively juggling the weapon in the air while regaining his balance as he calculated his next move. Khazna‘s mind was temporarily ajar from the force of the impact, but he had to hand it to his opponent, they knew how to think on their feet. A little over seven feet now separated the two before Khanza renewed his attack. His right hand sword weaved in front of him in a flash of movement to mask his left hand blade as it came in from an acute angle, aiming for trapezius of Rodetta; where the shoulder and neck met on the right side of her body. All the while severing strands of energy preemptively. 

The pinky and third fingers on his left handed sword eased up with the wrist titled backward. The grip perfectly angled to allow him to pull of a quick reversal maneuver all the while leaving his opponent unaware.