The sutures through the pavement caught him off guard as they bound his feet to the earth. He hadn't been expecting such a creative use of power from the young man, transferring his energy through other solid objects like that, but the surprise was only momentary. When the boy rushed toward him, his left hand curled into a fist and made a flicking motion with his thumb, as if he were flipping a coin, and another burst of pure force would strike his opponent in the chest, launching him well overhead while still letting his forward momentum continue unabated. That done, he would use the time he had available to break himself and his staff free from the constraints of the sutures and make a mental note to be wary of them in the future.