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As the Cardinal had expected- the winged warrior wasted little time in quickly trying to close the distance between them. The black mist swirled about, with Tablurath at its very center. In the blink of an eye Tablurath weaved his sword in a tight series of controlled spins on either side of him that sent the blades tip through four different corners of the mist around him. The mibs within instantly went to work as they were designed. All this just as his winged adversary had reached the 7 meter mark. Tablurath sped up then stopped in place suddenly landing on his right foot; motion blur lining his frame as the mibs coating the soles of his feet began their prime directive of eating through the slime underneath him granting his purchase. Effectively anchoring him in place for a brief moment. 

The mibs in the air partly into their construction, however, did not stop. Speeding forward in fact to compensate after sensing a sudden burst of speed. Not realizing Tablurath had in fact stopped moving forward. Wondrous as they may be, the little constructs could not do two things at once. The moving forward had only been one silent command, the second had been the materialization of four rotating swords of the same shape and design as Mercy.

This combination meant his opponent now had four deadly spinning swords flying in his direction. One threatened the upper right of his opponent, its forward momentum enough to rend through his shoulder pauldron or maim his right wing. The second aimed for the left side with a similar goal. The third heading straight for his opponents lower left abdomen in a horizontal cutting spin, the fourth possibly striking the man's right knee. A flashing wall of mundane blades might have been nothing more than a bother, but given the raw cutting power within these swords it would be enough to be dangerous if not fatal. His opponents saving grace would be the lack of sustained power behind each sword, thus they would at best pierce or cut part way then stop before they reached anything vital. 

Given his opponents sudden sprint forward Tablurath estimated the chance of him avoiding all of them less than likely given his present momentum. Tablurath awaited in a simple stance that kept his legs shoulder width apart and slightly crouched as his free right hand was kept to his side and ready. His left hand sword held at the ready before him as he counted the moments away for his earlier grenade. The timing would need to be perfect.