A single instant with the mental barrier wouldn't have given enough time to perform one of the Lightning-demon style's sprints, but pain could stretch that window.
Khan only needed a few seconds of clarity and freedom from Yeza's influence to run away from her kiss, but the same went for a proper technique with his knife. In theory, the instant provided by the mental barrier wasn't enough to draw his weapon and stab his leg.
Yeza inspected Khan from under her frown. Her sensitivity to mana wasn't something that weak soldiers could understand. She was strong, strong enough to sense the slightest change in that energy even when it happened outside of her body.
Her eyes went on the expanding red patch before moving on the side of Khan's waist. The functional and neat leather sheath had turned into torn pieces of fabric that hung from the robe's belt.
