Focusing on his powers, yellow mist formed around his feet as he ran up the pillar to get at a distance above any of his opponent's sword strikes unless he made an effort to jump, in which case Raln was confident he could react to and move faster then him. Crouching down on the pillar, he pulled out another dagger, feeling like a ninja while doing this despite having no ninja training (unless you count messing around at home). 

"Watch it?" Raln questioned. An odd thing to say on a battlefield to an opponent. Was he actually angry with him that he attacked? Whatever. He indeed watched his opponent and waited to see what he'd do, grimacing at the light reflecting off of him on occasion but not considering this too big of a deal as long as he accounted for it.