Rindheart rotated as he fell now that his counterattack was complete, whether it would succeed or not, and landed on his hands, pushing himself back up quickly to keep watch on his opponent. The mouse had gotten a massive amount of distance with the jump, Rindheart's attack had been conducted at the max of his range bearing in mind what he had seen of the rat's speed to try to accommodate for the distance but it had been futile. Rindheart took steady breaths and reached into his cloak, rapidly drawing two simple, even crude daggers only a few inches long, created in a moment with his metal manipulation. It looked like this match would likely be rather difficult. With the rat being so small and quick, his only options for attack were limited. He'd have to wait for the rat to give him a chance.