Preparing for another clash of his sword against her dagger, he was caught off-guard as the woman changed her method of attack on the fly, drawing a tiny needle from her pocket before flicking it directly towards his eye.
Emilio watched it approach, nearing his eyeball before unleashing a swirl of wind around his entire body in a panicked effort, managing to blast the small projectile back.
As he breathed out, nearly avoiding the painful assault, there was no mercy in the cat demi-human's attack as she went for a swipe of her dagger straight towards his neck. It was difficult to track her if not directly observing her, as every step the woman took, no matter how swift, was completely silent like the lull of the night.
This time, before he could respond in his own way, a powerful breath of air swept up the soil and woman alike, blasting her to the side.
"Nice one," Emilio breathed out, looking to the side towards Melisande.