[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

A change in demeanor. In tactics. What Renar was doing was working, then. He was pressing a knight of the Wild Hunt. Was its weak point the eyes? Every attempt he'd made at blinding had triggered a reaction, and this was the first time the flaming wretch had bothered to stand and engage rather than fall back on traps and tricks. 

The problem was he still didn't know what arcane rules this trapper was operating off of. Did this hunter's power only work based on line of sight? Impossible to tell directly, considering the helmet, but there were other ways to confirm the matter. The wider battle was still considered, of course. 

The briefest glance he could spare of the field indicated that Tyaethe was still more or less fully in control of her duel. If she was ending it with Rozenalt, he had to take a chance to claim victory of his own. At the start of this battle, Renar would have been content with simply fending the flaming trapper off. That was before he'd lost his favorite trophy to the godsdamned reprobate. 

Renar maintained the blade lock, giving a devil's grin from beneath the visor of his helmet as he memorized the exact position the Wild Hunter was placed in. His free hand revealed another article from his bag of tricks, one that fell to the ground and exploded into a cloud of white smoke. With the smoke bomb in play to further disorient the flaming fae, Renar broke the lock and drew his sword back before taking it in both hands and thrusting forward, aiming from where he [i]knew[/i] the neck had been but a moment prior. Time to finish this.