As the elven women mysteriously spun about in place, this allowed Torder to brush past her as she tried to regain her footing. He was not really sure how this woman had suddenly turned in place in such an awkward fashion yet still seemed mostly unharmed, perhaps her shield had really made itself useful, but he was not about to lose this chance to end this. His right foot landed and allowed him to brace himself as he draw his left leg back and around, allowing him to turn his body about. Using his accelerated speed to his advantage to follow the turn of his opponent, only without the lack of balance. 

So by the time his opponent had regained her footing Tordor was ready. As the elf suddenly sent a desperate punch in his direction he made no move to avoid it. The blow would strike the left side of his face and twist it slightly to one side. However, the gravewalker was happy enough to trade that blow for his own strike. Using the sudden shift of his momentum from his spin to cut toward his opponents exposed throat, given the alignment from earlier the path of his sword was just right. Pulling his left hand back as his right pushed forward further up the swords grip. Thus allowing the fuller part of his sword below the edge to threaten to cut open the woman's throat in one blow. Unholy black fire still enveloping the sword all the while.

Given her awkward position and distance, she would have one hell of a time getting a sword up in time. Dodging would be another feat all together as she was in the middle of throwing a punch. He hated the very idea but, his opponent had given him no choice but, to use deadly force if he was to get to his ally in time.