Cyrus was a tad bit surprised when when the young SkyKnight skillfully dodged his attack, then sent a kick right at his head. Luckily, thanks to his reaction multipliers, the kick seemed to come in semi-slow motion, giving him time to raise one of his wings to block most of the attack. However, the tip of her foot clipped him on the head, giving him a half decent gash. He touched the injury, then looked down at the blood on his hand. He booted up his on-board computer. "Note: Opponent seems uninhibited by power legs. Reassess strategy." He looked up and smiled at his opponent. "Not like all the others, are you?" He paused, swinging his swords around. "That's good. An uncommon enemy deserves an uncommon death." He grinned. "Let's go for round two." He fluffed out his wings, spreading each of the feathers. "Its been awhile since i've gone all-out. Try not to die too quickly." Cyrus wanted to laugh. He loved trash talk. He dashed at Celestine, but instead of lowering himself out of her weapon's reach, he instead jumped right over her, flipping around in mid-air and buffeting his wings to give himself some lift. Not only that, the buffet also released five very small projectiles in the shape of a feather. From the angle he fired them, he was hoping she would dash forward. If she did, he would retract his wings, causing himself to fall; hopefully on top of her. If this succeeded, there would be a few precious seconds where she would be under his control.