Despite his best efforts to jump back avoid the blast, Jacque still managed to get clipped on his shoulder, tossing him further upward while singeing his clothing and burning his skin. The boy cursed at the pain as he twisted in the air, but as he saw Scorn approaching and spewing that vile liquid, Jacque thought quickly and added another revolution, swinging the water out and reforming it into a fist at the same time. The attack struck home, knocking Scorn away while dissipating the blood at the cost of a little more than half of it's mass. Jacque landed on his rear and clutched his shoulder with the remaining liquid, hoping that the cool water would soothe the pain.