The sword struck the bench and sliced right on through to impale the man behind it. He could hear a strained breath from behind the bench as the man attempted to recover to some extant after having a sword impale him. 

"I'll be honest here; you're only the second guy to successfully do that to me."

"Well then, I suppose I should feel honored!" He answered with a mocking cordial tone and exaggerated excitement. “But I do fear it will only get worse for you from here.”

Still Khazna was mildly impressed that the man could still stand and even work the blade free. This Leeroy was not going to disappoint him as far as his seeming immortality went. Even before the bench fell to the ground Khazna was already moving to press his advantage. He sliced the black mist before him again and this time another blade appeared, seemingly smaller than the first which was also skillfully caught with his free left hand. 

"The other guy did it better, actually cut off my head by throwing it like a disk instead of a dart." 

"My dear friend, if you are unable to catch the weapon I so kindly offered you; I am forced to wonder if you are really worth my time."

Without the obstruction of the bench Khazna's dark eyes peeking through the visors of his menacing mask could now make out what appeared to be two disk shaped objects. Khazna recognized them as being in similar shape to the explosives thrown at the guards earlier in Leeroy's escape attempt.

"But now I know what you're capable of physically. A super soldier, not unlike the ones I created to guard my home. Except you're the kind who-" LeeRoy had to stop to actually catch his breath for the first time in a while. "Who's prideful about it, aren't you?" 

Khazna only smiled behind his dark mask. Super solider? Oh, if only this man knew the truth. While Khazna possessed superhuman levels of hand-to-hand and sword fighting skills, none of it was the result of genetic tampering. Khazna however did not respond, already calculating the distance between them, the amount of time it would take to cover it, as well as reading his opponent as closely as the man’s suit allowed. This Leeroy's bulky space suit would make it difficult to read his muscle movements. Not to mention Khazna’s own speed was hampered by his training weights he still wore, though he was still faster then his opponent. He predicted he would not need to use the full might of his speed found in the art of Flash-point. 

It was then the man made his first move, one that to Khazna's decade of long training and combat seemed painfully obvious in movement and application. First he shattered the first rule of combat; he turned about, allowing himself to lose sight of his opponent. The act of lifting his right arm up alone was enough to reveal the object it held, though he could only guess at its nature, no doubt more explosives. Khazna would have normally not have bothered allowing him to completely finish the maneuver. However, the sight of the object gave him pause, and in that time he simply posed his new blade for another throw. Then came high the plastic explosive as it went sailing into the air. Then in that very instant did Khazna react with a blur of motion sending his new blade sailing toward the device with inhuman precision for its blasting cap.

Too Khazna's eyes the entire throw seemed to have been played out with over-exaggerated movements and awkward slowness that was the hallmark of basic peak human speed and movement. Allowing him to easily predict its trajectory and intercept with his blade, which would impale it and send it flying a few feet behind Leeroy to stick fast to a steel beam built into a machine at his rear. However, he had not expected Leeroy to also fling his two discs at him at the same time. No mean feat to be sure. Fortunately the movement of him raising his left hand was just enough warning for Khazna to decide his next action, thankfully he had already readied himself for a quick dash from his stance. There was no room to jump to the side in his current position so he went down instead, falling forward into a tight combat roll, allowing the disc to sail just inches above him. Khazna gambled the disc were impact sensitive from the way Leeroy had employed them the first time. It was just bad luck that the guard waiting outside the door choose then to pop out to place a well-aimed shot between the eyes of Leeroy. He never go the chance to fire before being blown off his feet from the twin concussive blast of the two disk sending him flying back, likely out cold. 

It was fortunate Khazna had witnessed their use beforehand, he'd have rather not have been surprised if he had decided to employ [i]serenity[/i] in cutting them form the air. His move also took him over the prone body of the dead soldier Leeroy had killed. As he spun up from his roll into a kneeling crouch he would have a nasty surprise in store for his immortal foe. He had aimed for and grabbed the fallen weapon of the dead guard and leveled it at Leeroy. The sleek rifle barked as it spat a hail of bullets toward their target. But even one blessed with marksmanship as potent as Khazna could not fire a weapon such as this easily in one hand. Thus he did not bother actually aiming for the man before him. He fired rounds in a tight circle from one side of the room and up over the man's head then down. 

Using pay-and-spray over marked precision, Khazna's rifle tore into the pipes aligning the wall. These were fed with hot steaming water that lead into the machines behind Leeroy. Sadly, instead of hot water dousing the ground around Leeroy for a distraction, hot steam spewed out with a hiss of anger instead.

Steam? Khazna thought. Well best make use of an unexpected outcome he decided. He fired a few shots in Leeroy's direction hoping to panic him to cover. Then he dropped the rifle, already spent of rounds. Khanza quickly rolled to his right as the steam began to fill this end of the room near the only entrance. He wondered how good his opponent’s vision was in an obscuring mist. He ended his role in a combat stance, his sharp eyes peering into the mist for his foe, the outlines of his threads visible to his extraordinary eyes. His mind eye now quickly placing them at roughly 12 feet from each other.