Ido chuckled as he heard the two converse, Sol's pafos met by JT's diehard pragmatism; however, in the Everlasting Arena, many a fighter could afford themselves to stand in line of fire of a gun, and it could be that the windmage was one of their sort. In that case, it might've been pure luck that his sonic blast even hit - though it sure did some damage, judging by his opponent's reaction.

Meanwhile, the sphere of Kzich he had been accumulating grew to 50 litres in volume - an amount of liquid which was both moderate, yet sufficient. Pushing himself to his feet, the beastman turned around and rolled his shoulders, his gaze wandering over the boulders surface. Gauging his power and comparing it to the chunk's size, Ido gave himself a reassuring nod, and then slammed it forwards with all his might, plowing his cover across the battlefield. With the aid of his arcane power, manifested in form of Kzich, Ido had propelled it far enough to cover all but 4 meters of the distance between him and Sol, giving him an opportunity to continue battling without the gunner's interference for a bit more.

Running up to the boulder, he would spill about 20 litres of the Kzich around himself, spreading the liquid in a 15 foot radius - he had't showed his full extent of control over it, and now the demon hoped to lure Sol into this trap, ready to immeditely ensnare the fool if he would come too close. Confident that he could continue evading Sol's ranged attacks as soon as they weren't any faster than the wind drill, Ido stayed light on his feet, in a stance most comfortable for dodging. 

This close, he would be easily able to smell Sol, knowing his location even if he were to stay still and silent, and bombard him with the rest of the Kzich from above, should he stay behind the rock.