Michael saw Connor coming at him at high speeds. Shifting his weight and feet to be somewhat leaning down. Just before, the shield hit him he trusted his hands out. Pushing himself upward and over. Landing behind Connor and kicking him. "Come on Connor you can do better than that," sarcasm dripped from his voice as he stood there.

He sighed, watching Connor moving into a defensive position he wanted to know what he had up his sleeve and he needed to get him angry if he could then that would be his downfall.