He didn't pause. When Dacer fired up, Alvios dashed forward, advancing below the fragmented arrow coming towards him. He was under the impression that whatever followed the gathering storm was going to take a lot more than quick reactions to avoid, so this fight needed to be ended quickly and decisively. He created a far more focused blade in his right hand, hopefully strong enough to try and parry anything that could not be dodged. With his other, a flick of the wrist, and three more light swords went flying from his left towards Dacer.

      [color=mediumorchid]"Well, I've touched a nerve, for better or worse. Doesn't change much; he's long ranged, and we're not.
 We get inside his comfort zone and mess him up, and deal with the attacks as they come. Unless you have a better plan, Oz?"[/color]