Tomaru hadn't expected the little demon to change strategies so quickly; hell, he hadn't expected him to use the club like an actual club after all he'd seen so far. A purely physical defense would be severely damaging, even if he blocked with his sword, so he would need to orchestrate something with the Ki that he had just channeled. Tomaru's mind once again raced down the paths of all possibilities. Buffer damage... keep the advantage of close range... there was only one path that led to both. He focused the Ki into his left arm and met the oncoming bludgeon with a sharp palm thrust. His palm met with the end of the club, and upon impact the Ki erupted into a Hasaiken, a violent surge of kinetic energy capable of competing with the heavy force produced by that full-metal club. The blow likely wouldn't damage such a sturdy device, and the demon's limbs could likely absorb the impact since they were used to taking massive recoils, but it was certainly enough to halt the spin and even send it in the opposite direction so that Tomaru and Fuchsia would have landed before any more of those baneful rockets could be fired at a grounded target.

A numbing pain shot through Tomaru's arm from the impact as well. Nothing felt broken, but his muscles would need some time to recover before they could exert any real force. He hit the ground hard, but he was once again able to buffer the landing with his tail. Blood shot out of his wounded thigh, though, as the stone shard began to cut through his flesh. If his legs absorbed another impact like that, his movement would likely be hampered. And, as Fuchsia fell down to the ground, Tomaru so that the statue fas falling as well. Perfect; soon he would have some cover.