Vermilion felt weightless for a moment, and then suddenly heavier. The sensation was unnatural and all he could think of was how this punk managed to throw him off his feet. His weapon felt heavy, his body felt heavy, almost as if there was some gravity dust in place somewhere.
However, he saw no dust. Not a spot a speck of dust as he was thrown forward, and his mind flew back to his spears. There they were, floating in midair where he left them. And then, they were gone.
Red aura dissipated as he called off his spears and whilst he flew, he activated his piledriver to spike into the ground, seeing as how it was already practically careening downwards in the first place, and stopped his fall then and there. Next thing he knew the scrawny punk was ramming something into his side.
Pain flared at his side as he felt the blow land and he even expelled some of the air in his lungs as he gasped. So he grinned.
"Looks like you got it in you after all don't you, blondie?" he groaned, pulling back the piledriver's spike as a spear formed in his hand. Planting his feet back on the ground Vermilion lifted his weapon and aimed it at his attacker, a near point blank strike as he spun and released a pilebunker strike for the scrawny one's torso.
Aura - [64%]
Attacks -[Close ranged Piledriver - 12%]