[color=Black][center][u][h2]Deductions[/h2][/u][/center][/color]

Tablurath was wondering when his opponent would begin to start manifesting his other sources of magical manipulation aside from heat and light. Prior analysis of his opponent revealed his excessive weight would make it impossible for him to obtain flight without some other unseen addition to aid in allowing him to leave the ground. This either meant polarization, thus giving cause for his excessive use of metal along his body and wings, or his opponent was also an aeromancer of some skill.  

The world froze as Tablurath superhuman thought processing began to perceive the world around him at speeds impossible for nearly any other biological creature. First, he had to find the thread of wind. To the naked eye the weaving of magic would be invisible to the average mortal. The Cardinal, however, could see the pale grey weaving of magic as it shifted the very air currents around him as easily as a hound heard a dog whistle. 

As Tablurath released the grenade the shifting of air pressure instantly reacted, and so did Tablurath. It only required a simple flick his sword hand to have the very tip of his blade intercept the web of magic that had weaved itself before him, its power attracted to the starlhrim metal pulling the threads of air magic to itself like a magnet. Feeding off of it and allowing Tablurath to pull it away as easily as passing his hand to the left. He had readied his sword earlier just for such an occasion for when, not if, his opponent would rely on such tricky. Magic users tended to quite predictable and thankfully the Asaran had manipulated the wind very near to the Cardinal. 

Sadly the winged warrior had not known that his opponent had a sword woven of the stuff of an arcanist worst nightmare. So without the magic influencing the wind itself, there was no wall of air to prevent his grenade from its planned trajectory. Further manipulation of wind would merely follow the thread of energy into the Cardinals sword as it acted as a temporary drain. There was simply not enough time, less than half a second, to end the one effect and create a new one before his pseudo missile was where it needed to be – thus a hail of fragmentation threatened to rip his opponents left side to pieces. The prior actions before unchanged.   

When it came to a war of deductions and tactical analysis, the General was simply on a whole other level than his flying friend. He was after all a Dream Hunter.