[Center][H1] First Strike[/h1][/center]

Thoughts unbegotten to Isaiah began streaming into his mind instantly, as his opponent crouched with aim. [color=f26522]"He's trying to predetermine your attack. Don't let him."[/color] the strange gruff voice he heard heard before was back. It seemed like an obvious thing to do, but was the voice was seeing something else? He got it. 

In one swift move, Isaiah shifted. He could feel the sudden shift of cores in his body acting to his bodies will like the cells of a human. The concrete under him seemed to erupt, a large 64 inch spike bursting from the ground before him, at an angle. At the speed at which the man was coming, it would impale him through the stomach. Even his swing, arched at an angle, swinging for Isaiah's head, was already at a momentum that his enemy couldn't be able to attempt to cut away the rock, add it struck to low for the sword's blow.

With an instantaneous flash, Isaiah found himself 5 feet away from his previous position. He had transported to the right of his previous position, his shield propped up in front of him, his left knee bent, and right leg back. His sword overhead, coming down from behind him at an angle and from the right, to possibly make a low strike, his sword seemingly bubbling as another core began to stir.