Theilius felt a sudden change in the air currents behind him, an unnatural disturbance surging forward, and turned. Theilius was too slow, though; he had barely caught a glimpse of a metallic projectile behind him before a powerful explosion knocked him off his feet and sent him skidding across the road. He gritted his teeth, leaped to his feet and cast off his robe dramatically, preparing for battle. If it hadn't been for his belt's wards, that explosion would have killed him.
Damn! That was close... thought Theilius. He pulled a sai from his belt and gripped it tightly in his left hand. As was the custom in his family, Theilius had made himself shirtless to show that he was unafraid. Tattoos of Elf language characters covered his body, especially his arms. He searched the chaotic crowd for anyone suspicious, or not running away. Then he saw one; the man had several daggers on his person, and a sheathed sword -- though he doubted it would stay that way for long.
Theilius smiled as he saw the heat-distorted air around Zhent calmed, and sprinted toward his target. He angled slightly to the right in order to attack with his sai. As he neared the would-be assassin he lunged forward, sai held in reverse grip. He would slash at Zhent's chest and when that failed, as Theilius doubted such a stealthy warrior would fall for it, he would perform a handspring off his right hand and deliver a kick to the man's jaw with his heel as he somersaulted. In the aftermath of this attack Theilius would assume a defensive stance and more than likely draw his second sai.