Rumi launches himself forward with his right leg.
I push off my right leg and leap backwards tossing the curved blade from point blank range and sending it spinning directly at his face.
I use the force of the toss to turn my body quickly while my feet are still off the ground
I roll away from him and grab the short straight sword laying on the ground behind me.
Rumi tries to divert the blade with a pulse of mana but it is already brimming with my energy.
All he did was make my energy dissipate faster, the kinetic force was still there.
In the last second he leans left and bends his knees lowering his body.
The blade spins and grazes his shoulder tearing his tunic and revealing the silver of chainmail.
As soon as the blade passes him, he runs forward trying to stop me from drawing my sword.
My eyes light up with fast thinking.
Even though my perception of the world has slowed Rumi looks to be moving faster with each half-second that went by.
