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[i]The Knave had been ready to initiate his seven league step the moment Gren tried anything, and he did when his opponent activated his auras. Gren apparently didn't intend to move out of the way, estimating that he could stop Knave cold with his armor if the freak survived the kunai. However, Knave's reaction wasn't limited to just the seven league step. Seeing his opponent decked out in such a flashy way, he determined that this one might have powers to rival his own.

He couldn't dodge the kunai, not at all, but Knave had other options for such an attack. He could use the enchantment of his necklace at will. He ghosted and rephased in an instant, allowing the weapon to pass into his immaterial body before reasserting his physical state to atomise the kunai. If an opponent lets go of a weapon, you make sure to boot it away just in case it was their only tool. In leau of a boot, Knave played it safe and just destroyed the thing in case his opponent slipped away to get it back. At the same instant he destroyed the kunai (which Gren wouldn't know about, as for all he knew it just went right through), Knave would also activate his Hong Xian, the unseen and unfelt thread of fate shooting from his ankle at lightning speed to covertly catch Gren and prevent him from escaping.

He'd wind up tackling Gren full force, again phasing to pass through the titan armor to directly impact his target. Even if Gren's armor was infused with ether, what could be interpreted as life energy, Knave would still pass through any matter on a physical scale. Even imbued with life, it still contained nonliving, nonbiological elements. The only exception was what Knave wore, as per his necklace's enchantment. Energy purely crafted from the ether of an organism, such as Gren's electricity (unless it was drawn from nature), would be able to make contact. 

The blow, if it didn't outright obliterate Gren, would still send him flying backwards at high speed without any footing.

But, when the dust cleared, if all that came to pass, it would seem that Gren wasn't the one in need of an escape, if he'd somehow lived. The Crimson cloaked figure was lit like a Christmas tree. His hair was standing up, eyes rolled back into his head, and a small rivulet of blood ran down the front of his gaping mouth, making choked noises like a dying goat. If it were a continuous discharge, he'd wind up with his arms plastered around Gren's (intact?) torso and under his armpits in a jittering, frozen bearhug, like paper stuck to a balloon all static style, probably lying atop the pirate amidst a trench carved from their landing big enough to fit a semi trailer in. The poor fuck hadn't even gotten to draw his sword yet. 

Gren had seen firsthand The Knave's speed and ability to ignore matter. Nice, but Gren knew what high voltage did. Killed motor functions, shorted out neural impulses. A bird casually swooped a dozen meters over head and let drop a turd, which would plop against the back of Knave's head and begin sizzling like an egg.[/i]