Three successive impacts ruptured the spherical dome, exposing the grounded Conea within LeeRoy's sights. Given the spineless suit he was wearing, it came as some surprise that the opponent had not penetrated it with explosives, but never had Trey found regret in over-anticipation. Regardless the outcome had been desirable, for the dome had served its purpose of biding time. 

With his Terra Stance now engaged, Trey had harnessed a stable link with the Earth's mana. In this state, he had enabled himself to alter the battleground exactly as he wanted it; however, none of these efforts appeared to be spent on further protection from LeeRoy's inevitable ranged barrage, or even a counter-attack. Rather, sounds of gravel and gushing streams were heard faintly beneath the surface -- shifting towards the arena centre, for those with a close ear -- but no changes were to be seen from above.

On reaction, Trey's freed claw struck out amongst the dome's falling rubble, and free-flowing mana sept from its points. Two large shards of earth slunk over his wrist as if they were clay, forming a weighty shield at his forearm. With LeeRoy's prior demonstration, his replacement defence would fall short of soaking a repeat attack, but he paid no mind to bolster it any further.

"Take another shot." Trey uttered through twelve bared premolars, glaring upwards at the enemy. A grainy aura encircled his form, and his skin appeared to shimmer like metal. As stout and motionless as stone itself, he boldly awaited how LeeRoy would answer to his gambit.