There was absolutely no way they were going to beat this man, that was just fact. Ethan wanted the others to runaway because of that, he'd manage to find a way out of here, yet none of them looked willing to do it. It was a little frustrating, there was no way he could live with himself if anything happened to his friends. He had even tried to tackle the man and give the others a chance to flee, yet he'd been made to move when a deluge of water came crashing down, nearly knocking him off his feet from the sheer weight of the water. So much magic had been cast by this man and somehow he was doing even more, bringing up four spouts of water this time. He could hardly pull off one wind tunnel, or three short bursts of air attacks, and here this man was throwing gallons upon gallons of water about like it was nothing. Smiling tiredly he shook some water from his sword, getting ready to fend off any more attacks that might come their way. He might be able to squeeze out just one more attack but that'd be it, so he'd have to find a way to make this man unable to attack any longer, maybe he could knock him out? 

To Ethan's astonishment Amuné and Wyth bolted past him just then, heading directly for the man who'd been attacking them. Fearing they were going to strike he tried to give chase, nowhere near as fast as a moorcat however, certainly not as tired as he was. It was terrifying really to see the young girl and her pet be attacked, yet thankfully they evaded the worst of the damage, dodging both the water spout and the shards thrown their way. In one great leap they managed to get over their enemy, and were well on their way down to the other side of the bridge. Fearing the man might give pursuit he went to charge in once more for an attack, instead gasping when Cecil grabbed him by the shirt. "Wait, what are- AIIIIIIIIE!" He'd not expected to get grabbed, and he DEFINITELY didn't expect to get launched up into the air. Flailing helplessly as he was tossed he tried to muster up enough magic to catch himself, unable to do so even as he continued to soar up in the air. 

Just what were these kids playing at? First the girl ran past him, now Ethan was being thrown into the air by that machine. If his conscience wasn't making this so hard, having to kill children, he'd have been done with this job already. The girl would have to be caught a little later, for now Ethan and the Machina were his targets. Frowning as he looked up at the boy in the air he prepared to direct a spout at Cecil, eyes widening however upon seeing his hands begin to glow. It could use magic?! Bringing a spout down to use as a potential shield, the man couldn't possibly have been prepared for the sudden electrical shock that enveloped the still drenched bridge. Clenching his teeth as electricity ran through his body he tried to remain firm, falling to his knees and hands as his body convulsed from the shocking. Trying to sum up the strength to attack back he found his muscles unable to comply, the spouts of water crashing back down as he lost control of his magic. Watching then as Ethan was caught he could do nothing even as they took off, his entire body numb from the blast of electricity. "D-D-Damn you!" he shouted, fighting to get back to his feet and nearly falling for it.

Ethan had no idea what Cecil had done really, having been a bit too busy flailing and trying not to become a pancake to notice. Whatever had happened though seemed to do the trick, and even as they left the bridge and started back on the road the man was still down on the ground. He hadn't been killed though, as the shout was evidence enough, for which he was grateful to Cecil. "Wow... We actually got away..." he mumbled, smiling before laughing to himself, "Man I feel stupid for trying to do that alone, sorry..." If he had known Cecil had a means to end the fight so quickly then he'd have let his friend do so, instead of trying to play martyr. Leaning against the Machina as he was carried, Ethan closed his eyes and gave Cecil a pat on the back out of appreciation, letting out a long sigh as he did so. "You did good... And thank you for not killing him. I guess we should be more careful from now on." Or rather [i]he[/i] should be more careful, seeing as this was all his doing. Opening his eyes back up he looked ahead, relieved to see both Amuné and Wyth ahead of them, largely unharmed even after that spectacular fight on the man's part. "Thank goodness... Everyone is okay."