Up close and in knife range, Cole was devastating in combat.

The locked arm would hold almost anyone else. Cole twisted, tried to move, couldn't get away from the blow he knew was coming and so instead he moved

Moving wasn't like walking, or shifting, or anything else mortals did. Moving was Cole tilting his head back, almost anticipating the blow and then vanishing from Krem's grip, leaving black and green smoke in his hands as Cole slipped into the cracks in reality and back out of reach again.

"You're very good," he said mildly. As if he hadn't just tweaked reality to let him move.