His knee was bleeding, he noted in a detached corner of his mind.  He would have to fish the splinters out of it later.

Also, what?

"Shit, shit, shit!  The sprnglock wasn't supposed to break!"

He quickly rest the other boot by adjusting his weight, but the one from the kick wasn't exactly going to let itself be tamed.  That was going to be a hindrance, but if he abandoned the boot he wouldn't be able to make safe landings.  So he would just have to do his best with what he had.

"Hey ugly!" he shouted at the Giant, because this wasn't cliche enough yet.  "Come and get some!"

Ah, there it is.

Noting that the crowd aparently had no problem with his weapon, he released the springlock again.  The board broke under his foot, and he barely hopped three feet into the air, [i]and[/i] keeping his flight path straight was a bitch, but he managed to launch himself at the Giant (bloody) knee first.