Conor laughed with excitement. From what it sounded like, this "black cat" Sounded like a formidable foe. He knew that Ascot was right above him and took a wide, bracing stance. Quickly he shot his hands up with his fingers spread wide. He waited a second or two, then, he closed his hands into tight fists, took a step back with his left leg into a back stance, and pulled down.
The floor broke out from under Black Cat's feet, along with another 25 meter section behind him that rained down on top of Catherine and Clarrissa, if it hit them, they'd easily get pinned under the debris. As Ascot fell down with Black Cat, Conor cast a field of law and mass magic, providing Ascot with a safe ride down. Once that issue had been addressed, he drew his Moro binakukos. He was going to give that Mage in his cat like armor what for. He began to swing his blades in a fluid butterfly pattern, and then inflicted them with his fiery wrath. Stream after stream of white hot fire went shooting at Black Cat with extreme prejudice behind them.
As he did these strikes, he moved swiftly, easily between triangle, and diamond foot patterns that eskrimadors use so well; changing his position constantly, on the balls of his feet, always on guard. Conor was an excellent fighter, no doubt there. But, he was a master of eskrima, hours each day went into his training he would practice the most minute little detail until it was perfect. Conor had never been bested with a blade in his hand, until today. He figured it was bound to happen eventually, but it didn't mean he had to like it though. He determined that he'd never let that happen again, he'd be the best. It was time to speed things up.
Conor stopped his assault for a moment and sheathed his swords. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a few moments. He forced magic into his own body system, overriding his body's own slow reactions. Hormones pumped into his veins and his eyes focused in.
Reaction time depends in how many frames per second the eye sees. The average human eye sees 60 frames per second, by flooding his body with this magic, Conor expanded his frames per second to 360. His reaction time was now 6 times faster than the average humans.
Conor crouched to an eskrima combat stance after redrawing his swords.
"Show me what you've got, Kitty", he said with a smirk.