[The dark settles into the rhythm almost too easily. He's missed fighting.
Arms lash out to grab the man's arm, using it as leverage to twist himself in the air. Normally manoeuvring in the air was impossible, but AT were handy. And Agito had been doing this for far too long.
He twists around, an AT aiming at the back of the other's head. The knife might hit him in the process, but a one way fight is never fun, so he accepts it]