He smirks underneath the mask watching this display of power his opponent had to offer. "I assure you i can handle myself." Jago had no means of flight, but the other would notice the spiritual prowess of the Tiger Monk. His Aura burns hot, like a flame it erupts to conflagration about his muscled frame. His right hand puling back to collided with the right hand a flush of Chi, gathering between two palms. A fireball forming between the palms his hand rushes forward pulling the spiritual flame the edges leaving behind a trail of lights, a series of glistening lights that explode from the palm of Jago's right hand, the ball burst from his hand burning brightly as it rushed towards the opponent in the sky. Meanwhile his aura continues to burn like a flame taking on a color now, an orange hue.