Al dives away from the knife, but not the fist. Rasul successfully catches him, fist-to-face. Ignoring the pain (or, doing it as best he could), he decides not to drop his weapon, slicing the laser sword upward at his opponent.
Skylar approaches the crossed swords. After a moment's hesitation, he touches the hilt on the left. It feels warm. Not comfortably warm, mind you, but almost like there was a raging fire inside the blade.
I've waited a long time for this the sword whispers to him, I need blood. I sense the blood I need somewhere nearby... being spilled. Take me there.