Trixi’s words were met with a mirthless smile as Nicoli moved across the thin make-shift bridge to meet her at its center. They always had to talk, have the last word. Nicoli wouldn’t reply, instead he kept his focus on the girl and where her hands were placed, he took note of the way she kept her left hand obscured by her body so as to prevent Nicoli from seeing what she was doing. It was combat 101, all combat was based on deception, Nicoli knew this and apparently so did the women named Trixi.

The act of her raising her arm up and over her shoulder to throw when a much quicker would have likely been more beneficial gave the Assassin more than enough time to anticipate its trajectory and act accordingly. The throat was a fine target, and if hit could end a fight instantly. But, it was also a highly mobile target and as his left foot came down he merely shifted his weight and leaned ever so slightly so that the weapon would go sailing harmlessly over his right shoulder. He never removed those cold and dead eyes from Trixi’s own though, he was coming for her and he intended to make sure that she knew it. 

It was said that the Ma’Radiim were a walking bag of tricks, using deceitful and un-honorable methods of combat. It was all true of course, and Nicoli had perfected nearly all of their tricks, the amount of different trinkets and items he carried on his person were a testament to that. So, after he evaded the thrown dagger he would attempt to end the fight with what would appear one quick and devastating lethal move, though in actuality many different things would happen at once.

Nicoli would will his Radiim technique into use, unleashing a torrent of adrenaline into body. After that he would activate one of the magical charms he wore around his ankle, securing his footing on the slippery and thin bridge. His left hand would produce a dagger though it wouldn’t be thrown like his opponents, nor would it be used to block the baton that was coming down to crash on his left thigh. It would stay hidden within the folds of his cloak for a mere second longer.

Instead, he stepped in with his right leg so that the two were extremely close, his right hand, the one holding the baton would swing out and towards the left side of Trixi’s head. The mere moment after he launched his attack his left arm would shoot out like a snake, the rush of adrenaline making his attack faster and stronger than his frame would imply.

The target would be Trixi’s attacking arm, the intention was simple, jab the dagger through the womens bicep and using his increased speed and strength to tear it out. 

Unless she prevented it, Trixi would find her strike true, landing directly on Nicoli's thigh. Though, she would see no pain in the mans eyes as the limited magic in the leathers he wore absorbed half of the force the blow she delivered. The armor could only do such a thing twice, but it turned what could have been bone breaking power into something that would likely only leave a bruise.