Kayiri had expected this, and his father had taught him a few things about dealing with opponents attacking from behind after the whole incident about his bow. He had learned these vital lessons well, absorbed them like a sponge does water.
Oh, was he ever glad he had. He brought his sword back as if he was going to slash down in an overhead move, but instead kept it there to deflect the slash.
When he felt the wave of pain rip down the scars on his side and his arm he regretted this motion ever so slightly. He winced in pain, cursing lightly and biting his lip. He was not done yet. Whilst keeping his sword there, he did a pirouette to the right, moving his arms to bring his hands and the sword in front of them. Taking advantage of the position of his own blade, he sliced upwards at his opponents pelvis, legs, and hip area.