Mr Clockwork had found himself carried to the ground quickly by his deceptively weighty form, quick enough that the creature above was playing catch-up in order to fire its web balls down at him. He could see them plain as day, glowing above him in the canopy, but more importantly he could hear them this time as well. That was because on their merry way down to him they cleared out a decent section of the forest, branches cracking and splinters flying through the air as the heavy balls of webbing had to fight even to reach him. This forest they found themselves in was overgrown to the point of absurdity, finding a clear shot was going to be nigh on impossible over such distance. Especially with the Clockwork Man moving. 

And damn did he move, even with that odd gait that seemed to suggest he moved in phases rather than one continuous motion he still made it up to nearly thirty miles per hour as he darted between the trees. He had taken note of the creature’s position up to his right and quickly put a tree between them again, an easy task in a forest. Abundance of cover made a fight from range more difficult for the one with a less precise weapon, and the Clockwork Man held the advantage there with his whirring pistol. Web splattered into the trunk as he moved behind it, presumably an attempt to cut off his advance scuppered by the branches overhead and the fact that he had cover to move behind. The rest seemed to hit the ground around him at the same time, and when he quickly looked around the trunk before sprinting in a haphazard fashion further ahead, he saw no sign of the mana signature. Just a single ball hovering in the air over the canopy, presumably one of those web projectiles. 

Nevermind, high overhead the canopy would provide a poor platform for launching any assault, as it had proven ineffective in stopping him once he reached the ground. It was just too far to launch something through the forest, and once it came down the leaf cover would be insufficient. It was a waiting game of sorts, but one the Clockwork Man would only play for so long. His left hand sought his satchel as he serpentine’d through the forest, his hand reaching out to grasp a specific spherical object. If the creature failed to realise it could not fight the battle entirely from overhead, he’d teach it.