As soon as kick hit the back of his knee, Daxton rolled forward with momentum, spinning so that when his attacked followed up the attack he would be greeted by a pair of his blades to the face. So the bastard wanted to fight dirty eh. Fine, two can play that game.
Reaching out to the Dark Side, he used his innate gift for telekinesis to lift bottles, chairs and tables around him in a swirling cyclone of debris, turning the items in the air into weapons against any cloaked foe. Anyone coming within a few feet of Daxton would get severely battered by the debris and loose any invisibility they might have.
His enemy would was naive enough to try and attack would receive a full blast of trash, exposing him to the Sith Knight and leaving him vulnerable for him to stab in the guts with his lit lightsabers.