As expected the giant’s  leap had taken him beyond the reach of his own sword, but the true target of his strike had fallen for his faint. With the elf rushing toward him without hesitance. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised his second attacker had not seen his maneuver for what it was. Eyes closed shut Tordor braced on his left foot as it came to a stop, it’s heel facing the direction of the giant while his right leg still faced the direction of the entrance his second opponent came from.  

The elf rounded the pillar moving with impressive speed, moving in fact faster than natural human sight could hope to follow. So Tordor tapped into the preternatural awareness granted to him by his spirit companions and connection to the nether, the soul of the Drowned child the only forewarning he needed. Granting him an alertness unmatched by his mortal perception. With a simple twist of his wrist from palm up to around and down again as he rotated his shoulder, Tordor turned the inertia of his false strike into a powerful upward swing in a counterclockwise path. From right to left and up to the right again; skilled enough to know not to fight against the momentum of his own swing like many novices. Thus turning the faint into a real attack. The path of Blood Drinker would came up toward the elf's mons pubis and cut upward toward her left shoulder. Given her own momentum and speed it was unlikely she’d be able to avoid the blow before it hit. The impact strengthened further as Tordor flicked the trigger on his sword's hilt. Causing black fire to envelope the weapon. It’s aura drawing strength from the aether pulsing in the women's own magical armor.  

Using the momentum of his same swing allowed him to deliver an even greater strike that could very will rip the elf in two. The only sound heard was a harsh whistle as Blood Drinker cut through the air. Tordors own blade effectively striking the elf at a range of roughly eight and a half feet, markedly outranging his opponent's own reach. Even so Tordor pushed off from his crouch as he weaved the last sign of power. Thus assuming the elf had any strength left in her swing after nearly being bisected, the cut would come around to the center of his chest length wise. All this in the time it took Judgment to finish his second swing against his ally.