There was a sound of engines to his right, why in the world were there engines. Kanitah looked over at Khold's position and spotted a number of ships converging on his location! "Sweet fucking biscuits! Absolutely not!" The pundambayan turned and used the pillar to shove himself back up to his feet, scrambling in almost comical fashion into a mad sprint towards Khold. "Hey cold fellow! I'm going to hit you in the chest to get you out of the way, alright!?" In his sprint he brought his left arm backwards and swung it towards Khold's chest, slamming it into the flat of his sternum and sending him flying into the distance. Not just a short distance either, Khold is light as shit, the scrawny little Russian would be sent flying multiple hundreds of yards.

Now, with Khold out of the way he growled at the three ships, shaking his hands and uncoiling the whips. A slight seizing in his chest caused a short hesitation in his body movements. "Bring it, you fucking cowardly mooks. How dare you swarm on one foe, rather than fighting him yourself!?" The hero swung his arms around and cracked his twin cables of harder than steel webbing. "I may be old, but you're gonna regret your cowardly actions!" He paused for a moment. "To be honest, he could probably handle himself against your dinky little ships. But I'm gonna let him sit this one out, because I'm kinda bored. Resting usually isn't my style, so I'm gonna rip your ships apart myself. As long as Khold doesn't mind."