While his opponent was fiddling around with grabbing weapons, putting things on his back, materializing another weapon, and activating his thermal imaging, Raln was busy going on the direct offensive, a much more simple and time effective plan. In fact, by the time his opponent would have gotten his image up, despite not taking a huge amount of time given all he had to accomplish, Raln was no longer at the 10 feet that he thought he would have been when the magic first took effect. No, he was practically right on top of him.

Raln took a large step forwards and towards the right, avoiding the barrel of the grenade launcher just as the grenades burst out of it in rapid succession, hitting the spot he had been at previously. He wasted no time in stabbing at the man's left eyesocket (assuming he was looking through the sight with his right eye, so this would change if the sight is at his left eye, in which case Raln would target the right).

Or rather then simply stabbing at it, his goal was to stab completely through it to get to his brain. As Raln was carrying out this attack he could feel small pieces of shrapnel tearing through his body, too late to stop his current attack but sent waves of pain and damage across his back that would likely bring him down soon after this attack was carried out. He had to hope that this plan would work as part of his last resort. That's all he could do as more and more grenade shrapnel began raining down on his position.