Khold looks at the ships with a mask of shock on his face. "He ran! That motherfucker ran from me! I'M the coward here! Or I should be anyway! This is bullshit." His arm quivers with all the stored power built up it in, but no target release it on now. Before he can think on it more, or get a chance to answer the soldiers shouting at him, he hears thundering footsteps approaching him and what amounts to a low roar appearing to be directed at him! 'In the chest, okay!" In the chest? What in the chest? Khold begins to turn to his left, his mouth opening slightly, a word barely able to form. "What-" THWOOOOOMP. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUGH" The noise that leaves Khold's mouth is an embarrassment to Stribog and the human race in general as all of the air in Khold's frozen lungs is more than forcibly knocked the fuck out of him. Stribog cringes and furrows his brow, burying his nose in his hand (Inside Khold's spirit, of course. He's not actually there.) as he contemplates the best way to toughen Khold up against the real bruisers. Khold, for his part, and lucky on his part mind you, doesn't actually break anything, and because of his rather complex anatomy, doesn't forcibly vomit either. So yay to to that. Due to the combination of his low weight, low gravity, and Kanitah's massive strength however, he is knocked about 1200 feet away, over the ships, pits and plummets.
Khold has enough sense to keep control of the air and pressure built up in his cannon as he flies, which is good. He was so distracted by Kanitah that he was hit during a moment where he was not sucking air into his arm. This is good, because it means he can resume charging from where he was, instead of letting it all go in a giant explosion of ice and wind. Probably taken care of the soldiers though. Certainly would have killed Kanitah. Which would be bad. Khold watches the ships and men shrink rapidly over the few seconds that he's airborne before landing, rather hard right on his face, sliding into the dirt and webs, leaving an indent in the earth with a loud "OOOOMPH." from Kholodny.
Kholodny sits up and begins to cough loudly as he tries to regain his breath. "Wow, that sucked. I need to repay that old man for that 'save'." He snickers as he unruffles his pants. "Though, I have to say, I'm thoroughly unimpressed by that Tablurath person. I stand in one spot, dodge his attacks, and then he runs away and sicks soldiers on me. Wow. Some commander." He laughs and takes a more stable crouched position as he looks over from where he came from. There are a couple of pillars of stone between the wide pits separating where he is and where he was. Not that it really matters. Khold hasn't had a chance to test it out yet, but he's fairly certain he can get back to where he was with just a jump or two. So he smiles and backs up to the other edge of the platform he's on, and takes a crouched position, with one knee as close to the ground as he can get it, a perfect sprinters position. Air resumes it ferocious spiral down into the backside of Khold's cannon on his left arm. The air pressure begins to increase even more rapidly, as the tornado behind Kholodny increases in force. One could now witness small pebbles being drawn behind Khold, though none of them actually enter the barrel. His arm begins to shake more visibly with the pressure inside of it. Its a shame for Tablurath really, because the longer that Khold can build this, especially so far away from all the fighting now, he is going to become exponentially more dangerous. Running is probably the worst thing Tablurath could have done.