The Warrior had expected the bomb to go off behind him, and was unphased. The only thing that remained of that maneuver was now to regain his shield, but that could easily wait. For now, all that remained was to carry out his attack. To his surprise, his new enemy didn't make an attempt to dodge...she didn't look paralyzed in fear either. She was holding out a single hand to block his strike. That spoke of significant nerve...and unless there was something about her he didn't know about, which was almost certain, significant foolishness. He descended upon her like a bolt of crimson and silver from the heavens, swinging his blade downward in a two-handed grasp, his feet impacting the stone and ice in front of the enemy just before the sword came down to bring the full might of his slash onto this enemy. Can she block this? He would find out.