Naturally, the element of suprise had been lost the minute Glacia had attempted to attack Blaze, so Izaroth made sure to give him a taste of his own medicine as he span on his heel, intercepting the leg in mid swing before throwing him away from the two of them, though doing so dislocated his right shoulder, the arm that had stopped the kick, forcing him to switch arms to throw Glacia, the dislocated arm hanging limply at his side.

[i]"Just as I thought, he's strong, alright."[/i] He thought to himself, prior to vanishing, reappearing besides Blaze, gripping his right shoulder with his left hand, and forcing the bone back into place, a pained expression on his face as he did so.

"...Never gets any easier." He said as he flexed his arm.

"If you have a shot, take it. Don't worry about me. But don't stray too far; Given you're the least experienced of us, he'll likely be gunning for you above all else."