Ross Shrugged and with a light smile. "Heh, a lot o' things coulda' worked. I'm not too agile myself. If I don't rely on reaction, I'm not too good at hitting much of anything, really," Ross admitted, "'Course, you haven't seen me fight before, have you? I think you may need to read the field a bit more before making rash decisions. That's what we're here for, though! Me an' the other boys might not be as strong as you guys overall, but our battle experience spans quite a damn bit! And that Mikey kid's a fuckin' genius, makes me- Ah, well whatever..." Ross twisted his torso a couple of times and sighed. "Alright, you've died once. If you die again, I'm calling it for today. There's only so much damage I can take with Alvios out of commission, wooo..." Ross backed away slightly and rose his fists. "You've learned a little more about me. If there's anyone I'm most like, it's likely to be that big yellow dude, uh.. Ray'jo'ku?" The earth around Ross began to rumble, and several small spires of stone rose up, surrounding him. With 6 crystal-like shards, all roughly the same size of his sword, surrounding him, Ross swapped up his style a little more and waited for Bruce to approach him. "I'm gonna try and keep things fresh, so that you can get some better practice in."