Voltus found himself on the floor with a weight on top of him, fists were flying as voltus attempted to block but hit after hit were Lansing on his head and voltus was feeling light headed, the wound in his side deepening and dripping out more blood. He grabbed his apponent by what he thought was the shoulders and held them tight, he planted his left foot on the mans abdomen and powered it upwards using his hands as a hinge, throwing the other man over him and onto the snow behind him.