Picking up on the irregular turbulence, Trey had no trouble gauging his foe's location through the ceasing igneous cacophony. LeeRoy's incessant mockeries were faintly heard, but no longer were they acknowledged; as far as Trey was concerned, he had yet to even meet the opponent before him, and he held no inclination to banter with a faceless construct.
Nonetheless, the foe had found a way to gain proximity, a less than desirable outcome. Had they dodged to either side of the wall, the objective of trapping his foe would have been an effortless procedure. An evasion into the air may not have been anticipated, but the terramancer was far from unprepared.

He made a short, yet sudden pace forwards, kicking off from his opposite leg. His body followed through like clockwork, devoid of faltering nor unnecessary motion. Upon landing, all four of his rightmost digits sank deep into the raised earth, directing his strength into the ground a second time.
Tremors were heard around the stadium once more, albeit of smaller scale to the last. In the wake of the dust, a thick, hollow 8-foot hemisphere of stone had formed in front of Trey, blocking off LeeRoy from his line of sight. Its outer was laced with spiky protrusions, no different to the rest of the wall he stood upon, and its open half left sufficient space to escape should the need arise. 

Within his dome shelter, Trey's claw remained embedded into the ground; his stance held low and motionless, and both eyes were rested shut. As prodigious as his abilities were on land, he required a touch more refinement to take someone out of the sky.