Mithias attacked with fury and intent, which did in fact compel his opponent to move to avoid death or serious injury. The blades he wielded could have severed even a vampire's limb. Each strike he followed up with another, and every one of them falling just short of drawing blood. Mithias watched in a fraction of a moment as he sheared the very ends of some of Magnus' hairs. The oldblood was being very careful, and the younger vampire recognized the look of focus in his eyes. 

With a graceful, yet complex roll, Magnus unexpectedly dropped down and slashed the back of Mithias' right foot. The black-haired vampire stifled a cry as he simultaneously slashed in the direction he saw Magnus drop, just barely making contact with flesh. Magnus might not even have realized he had been cut, as the wound was not nearly as bad as that suffered by Mithias. 

The pain wasn't severe, but poor Mithias was lame. He quickly stood to face Magnus, keeping his weapons up defensively as he steadied himself mostly on his left leg. Blood split on the rocky ground from his wound, much to the delight of his enemy. He would of course heal quickly, but it was doubtful Magnus would give him enough time for that to happen. Mithias was going to have to be more cautious, for any further mistakes could be his neck. 

Mithias shook his head. "I won't let you enslave humanity, Magnus."