@euploeas What rises must descend. As he inevitably retreats to solid ground, he anticipates precisely such a fate for the wooden blade he had once cast aside. It descended, just as expected, only to be captured by the decorative handle moments before puncturing the soil below.
@euploeas the self-indulgent sorcerer to further capitalize on his martial edge. Given that his purpose given flesh remained anchored in place, he'd hoist himself upward, dragging his knee, hell-bent on delivering havoc to all before its path, en route to the woman's jaw. ↓