"Your illusions mean nothing to me, Illusory Ersta'la" the Watchful Ersta'sol made a small hand gesture, and sent a wave of his vapour outwardly, dispelling the illusions Cheops had created and even those that he had been planning on manifesting later.
The man in pale blue robes rushed toward him, the trickster hastily raised his blade, blocking the kick, and yet was still taken off his feet and sent barreling into a house, the sandstone stopping his momentum and knocking the air out of his lungs.
