Mikey's fist kept flying down, not stopping for anything, and once it struck the ground, a shock wave of moisture shot out in all directions and the ground cracked severely. The flamewave didn't seem to do much to Mikey's arm, and within moments, he was back on his feet, and already dashing towards Jenso. He seemed faster now, almost like the water on his arms was pulling his body [i]with it.[/i] Mikey's fist flew towards Jenso after he got back into range, aimed to strike his body.