Sol grinned, his enemy had done exactly as he had predicted. Ido had underestimated his midair capabilitys. As his enemy came within 10 feet of him Sol propelled himself down into the ground with a gust of wind landing on his back in a prone positon gritting his teeth through the pain of impact and stabbing upwards with his blade, still whirling with flesh tearing saws, attempting to hit any part of Ido's body prefarably the torso as Ido went over him