Metz sighed as his opponent carried out his frontal charge, abandoning his weaving and allowing the mana to return to his body as he quickly calculated a plan of action. His weapon, so far as he had seen, was evidently capable of some form of limited range that could allow him to pose a danger even from land. Metz movements were limited on his rocky perch, so he had to think of a way to protect himself while remaining offensively capable, or he could be worn down in short order. His opponent had given him just the opening he needed, with such an obvious offensive being his only realistic option. Time was on Metz’ side, time to prepare himself, to bunch his muscles, the weapon left his foe’s hand and hurtled towards him, but it was not a weapon designed for throwing. It carried too much weight, especially here, and its aerodynamics left much to be desired, especially as it had somehow gathered half the beach on its journey. 

Metz leapt, his right hand drawing the knife from across his chest, arcing it up and into the path of the offending weapon as he moved his body away from it, deflecting the blade before it could cause him undue harm it shot past his right arm, cutting a neat groove along his forearm that immediately began to bleed. Metz gritted his teeth, it was of no moment, a paltry injury. His momentum carried him forward and his left hand seized the chain, allowing him some control of his foe’s weapon as he allowed his weight to carry him off the rocky perch, kicking off to force himself forward in a rough approximation of a leap. He flew towards his foe, yanking the chain towards him to throw his foe off balance, hurtling towards him with a knife at the ready, reverse grip and high, while his left arm trailed under his right clutching the chain. Ten feet was not a significant distance, especially to Metz with mana burning through his veins. Surprise was his weapon here, though he could not quite outmatch his foe physically, he would certainly surprise him with his sudden seizure of his weapon and the unexpected physical assault. Metz erratic style was certainly to his favour, especially as the man had likely come to expect the opposite from the Mage after watching his previous fight. 

Metz would probably land on top of the man, his weight crushing as his knife plunged down behind his left shoulder blade and into his tough flesh, though the likelihood that the man would be unbalanced even by Metz surprise manoeuvre was questionable, so the reality of the situation was bound to be far more desperate.