Nosdyn's eyes kept up with the blazing speed of his opponent.

He knew from past experiences that Elves tended to be a fast and reactive lot. Nosdyn remained hunched down for a moment longer as his opponent quickly covered the distance between the two. Nosdyn reacted instinctively at that point. Almost as soon as Ioder was upon him, Nosdyn summoned up his Iron Skin capacity and prepared to intercept the incoming charge. His flesh became hardened, as Iron, and the dark blue tone took on a darker shade of blue.

Nosdyn held his ground. As Ioder quickly bounded towards him, Nosdyn continued his action. He did not have enhanced speed or reflexes...a flaw that would be made up for later on in his training. Instead, he had something that other warriors always seemed to forget to train. Nosdyn, leaped forward with his full weight, considering the forward momentum that his opponent was bounding in with. It might still be difficult for him to stop and turn mid-action...that might be a flaw in his combat style... Nosdyn thought to himself. He saw the man rotate quickly before, becoming a dervish. The fellow probably had a similar idea in mind for the next portion of the battle.

Bleeding and heavily injured Nosdyn could still fight. As long as he had the capacity to think, stand, he would fight Ioder. He lunged forward with all of the strength he could muster. Ducking his upper body in a lower position, he lunged in a tackling maneuver. He extended his right shoulder, the one closer towards Ioder, and attempted to plunge his shoulder deep into Ioder's mid-section. His gut. He knew he was sacrificing himself at that point. But he wanted to be certain he would harm Ioder as much as possible.

As he dove forward towards Ioder, he saw the dangerous blades coming for him. It's now or never... Nosdyn thought as he took a gamble on the battle. He wasn't sure if it would pay off, but sometimes great tacticians took tremendous gambles at key moments of a battle. He was jumping through the air at that point, and hoping that his own body would serve as a perfect interception tool. He had to time his own action exactly right to have the full effect of things. He hoped that it would pay off...time was running out.