Metz knew how to land, with his knife finding purchase a little less effectively than he had hoped his momentum and weight carried him to the ground immediately in front of Shin. Due to him being unable to effectively dodge the knife thrust, there was no particular reason why Metz would go flying past him at that point as his leap was completed. His forward momentum might have carried him a bit further and seen to it that he fell, if not for the wet sand at his feet which effectively caught him and absorbed that unwanted momentum, as the Mage had calculated in his leap. The Mage was up close and personal with his grotesque foe now, the iron mask a hazard in itself as Metz would have probably driven it into his face immediately if the shoe had been on the other foot. The man pulled back after the knife was driven into him and it came free from the wound with a bloody spurt, Metz own strength fortunately keeping him armed. 

Metz rose from his slightly crouching position as the knife came free, having bent his knees to reduce the impact, in time to see a haymaker driving towards him. He grunted at the pain inflicted upon him and quickly lifted his left hand to his head and turned away from the strike. The blow bounced off his raised arm, rattling him regardless, and in response he lashed up at the outstretched arm with his knife, aiming to inflict a disabling cut to the muscle. Then, closing the distance with a forward left step he ducked under the arm and with his knife on the left side of his body jabbed twice at the right of his foe’s upper torso in quick succession, aiming to pierce his vital organs. Luckily for Metz he had only unleashed two spells before this point, because otherwise he’d be out of mana, but he was none-the-less running low. Only the mana was keeping him so solidly in the fight, that and a lifetime of pain and survival.