Fedrin, The Unbreakable

Standing amidst the blinding haze of sand, Fedrin held his ground as the sound of frequent footsteps would manifest suddenly--then disappear just as quick. Popping up randomly from the ground below, either from in front of him, by his sides, or even behind him, the ghastly figure launched swift attacks, only touching the elf for a moment before retreating. 

It was enough, however, even the quick, light attacks were enough for Kikomori's burning touch to damage the man right through his thick garments. 

He's using this obscuring storm of sand to his advantage...I acted in haste; that was a mistake on my part. I have to get rid of it--but if I stop for a moment to cast a spell, he'll jump right at that opportunity, Fedrin thought.