"Hey, hey perfect plans take time...well close to perfect plans at least."
Pholus was barely able to get the statement out before the rock spike came out of the ground to nearly impale him. Moving back and throwing two out of the five actual explosives at the ground to disrupt the spike before it can impale him...he wastes them quickly as he escapes. Next thing you know, he chucks another explosive at the man hoping that it'd blind him...while in reality, it was one of his three smoke bombs that he brought. He runs around the man with a good 10 meters away, dropping one bomb then moving around to drop another...both with rather long fuses. Hoping that the smoke screen was still up, he begins climbing up one of the buildings nearby...his right shoulder scarred up and being one of the few places on him that was lightly armored, it was already torn up from the explosives he used earlier to protect himself from the spike.
"...traps set."