Yet again Sol had evaded his strike with Kizch, and Ido angrily growled as the futility of his attempts descended upon him. Such a demonstration of power - to set the whole tree ablaze! - all for nothing. His opponent would only tread even more carefully after this, the chance of scoring a hit dwindling into the abyss. Some long, tiresome slugfest would be waiting ahead, testing each side's endurance, if not for one fortunate circumstance - with the gunner gone, Ido could freely move around the battlefield, no longer bound by the unnerving feeling of having a gun pointed at one's back. This allowed for a change in tactics, and despite his trained senses snatching every single detail of Sol's movements, the demon let him be for now, convinced that the key to victory lay in a new approach.

The sphere between his palms began to swell, Ido pumping even more Kizch into it; the same happened with the other two, abliet their source of growth being the 40 litre sized balls hovering nearby. By the time Sol would be ready to strike, they would already be 1 meter in diameter each and with walls nearly 2 centimeters thick. Staying alert and anticipating the windmage's next move, Ido would notice the makeshift spear approaching him just in time to dodge - but instead, he chose to simply move the sphere he held into its path, the branch ricocheting off the hardening Kzich. Having heard Sol chop at the tree more than once, the demon expected that there would be more coming, so he kept alert. Regardless of wether his opponent would cease fire or not, he would slowly advance towards the trees, keeping at a walking pace and feet barely leaving the ground. 

Meanwhile, his jetpack growled, coughing up a few ghastly shreads of flame - and turned silent again...