[Empty Station]

There's a flash of those sinister eyes and Maiel bursts from the cloud of dust. He can sense Blanche's position, in a way, but he can't sense her plan. The plank strikes his shins solidly. He goes down... but maybe not for as long as Blanche hoped. He drops into a canny summersault and rolls past the cat. Clenching his teeth, he rises and twists, kicking off against the platform to lunge toward Blanche again. Even so, the cat's gambit puts several feet of distance between he and Blanche. An opening to escape, perhaps, or to retaliate.