There wasn't much that he could do about the oncoming attack, his opponent was a coward that hid himself away in a barrier of stone and threw potshots in his general direction. His opponent had officially made him angry. Once the smaller spikes penetrated through the heels of his feet. It wasn't much warning but it was enough to give him province to survive. Blood sprayed everywhere from the bottoms of his feet, pain rocking his body and blurring his vision for a moment. Even without the ability to see straight he knew what was coming, the man had demonstrated the ability before. With his hands already hanging at his sides, it wasn't too difficult to move them into the path of the column. The Kusarigama's handle blocked a spike from spearing through his hand, and his body was wrenched upwards by the force of the stone projection. Shin caught another spike with his left hand, and was forced upwards by the spear of earth. The bottoms of his feet were torn open as the spikes from below were ripped out. If he had air in his lungs, he would have let out a holler of anger and pain. With his right hand on the peak of the spire, and his left hand holding onto another spike on the opposing side. Shin was thrust upwards into the air on the top of Metz' column of stone. It was official, this guy was just as bad as LeeRoy. A genuine asshole who Shin was now at an impasse with. Stuck atop the pillar, bleeding profusely, and unable to use his feet properly. Shin was in a real bad situation, and honestly he couldn't be angrier. This man fought with the lowest common denominator of ability, utilizing magic from behind a shield of stone? Hiding from his opponent because he knew he can't compete? In a tournament like this? Such a coward deserved to be executed. By shoving with his arms, Shin threw himself from the pillar and into the water. It was a necessity, letting someone like this go unpunished was a worse fate than death. Shin threw himself into something he'd been avoiding this whole time. For now, Shin was forced to back off, away from Metz until he could return to the offensive. [color=bc8dbf][i]This is a terrible day.[/i][/color]