Vale's smile curled back into a frown as his body was slowly moved upward. "W-Wha!?" He shouted from his mangled Jaw, getting thrown right off of his feet, and into a nearby well. He lost grip of his Ying-Yang Blade entirely, leaving it with Bruce. As he struck the ground again, Vale was able to stand himself up, and tear the spearhead from his mouth, quickly pushing his jawbone back into place. He looked at Bruce in shock, narrowing his eyes angrily. "Sage magic," Vale growled, "[b]SAGE MAGIC!?[/b]"