The mighty crash between the two warriors left Talon legitimately impressed. First, he was impressed that the glassy substance the shield was made out of barely even shuddered under the full force of his charge; second, he was impressed that he hadn't sent the little knight flying in the opposite direction when their bodies met. He sensed no fear in his adversary, not the slightest glint of hesitation in his movements. His attitude was like all those other would-be heroes he had slain, but the difference was that this knight actually seemed to have the tools to do him harm. Finally, a battle that he could take seriously. 

Talon felt the knight begin to shift his weight, and he knew that if he continued forcing himself against that shield he would be sent in a direction he did not with to go. He couldn't break the shield, and he couldn't simply trample this knight as he had so many heroes before him, so the best course of action would be to fall back and look for gaps in the enemy's defense. As Daniel pushed off of him, Talon snapped his wings forward and kicked off of the ground to propel himself several feet back. This motion caused the knight's slash to miss its mark, however it appeared that he had a weapon far more dangerous than his sword.

[i]Click.[/i]

Even at this distance, Talon felt the energy of the blast. He tightened his guard to absorb some of the impact, but even the Nezgarian was sent skidding back from the force of such a blast. He slammed his tail flat against the ground, dug his nails into the dirt, and gritted his teeth as he skidded back another few feet. Shrapnel battered against him leaving a few cuts along his arms that were more of an injury to his pride than his body, but were at the very least a proof of concept of the bomb's lethality. His assassin tactics had saved him from a serious injury, if not death, and it was unlikely that Daniel would see the dragon being so reckless again. 

Even though his ears were still ringing, Talon maintained a sturdy defensive position while his tail curled up off of the ground and seemed to disappear into a tear in space. Reality warped and crackled around his tail, and when it finally emerged from the rift, it was wrapped around a third blade. Thus armed, the Nezgarian curled his tail over his head like a scorpion stinger and waited for the dust to clear so he could begin his counter attack.