Yes, Arche is clearly reading El's moves with quite literally supernatural precision, but the switch in tactics seems to have had its desired effect -- heavier blows from El are perfect for taking advantage of Arche's occasional fumble, beating him back a little and once nearly, nearly knocking the sword from his grip. A powerful slash from Eleven breaks Arche's defense to rip straight through his plain training garb, leaving a shallowly bleeding slice across the side of his upper chest; Archeval actually gives a little chuckle under his breath as he sidesteps to try to properly gain his feet again, by now starting to look a little tired.

"Well. I suppose you have my number indeed, then."

He watches the other man intently as he focuses his senses in the Force once again, looking for those feelings of possibility, the hints of Eleven's intentions. He's been at this for a while already, and against a proper opponent he can feel himself beginning to flag; the fresher and physically stronger Eleven has an excellent chance to prevail if he's not careful -- so it's time to try to finish this thing quickly.

"But the real question is -- will that save you?"

For just a second, there's a cocky little smile playing about his lips as he braces himself, reaches for the Force and -- then he's leaping up to do a midair flip forward over Eleven's head, turning rapidly as he lands to swing toward the other's blade from behind. If he can just confuse El enough to loosen that grip on his blade for a quick disarm--