Ross' [i]spire shield[/i] rotated quickly, picking up a surprising amount of speed to deflect the incoming shards like a stone-crafted hollow turbine. Ross, within, glanced at the walls on either side of him, left and right. His arms reached up, and summoned the Earth-render great sword once more, pushing it into the ground below with a great deal of force. Two walls sprung from the ground on either side of him, matching Bruce's own walls head-on, and smashing against them until the masses of stone and concrete were ground together into two singular mounds of compact rubble. The spires around him slowed down, and Ross rose his sword overheard, pointing it towards Bruce. Three of his six spires propelled themselves towards him, getting slower as they left Ross' immediate domain, but maintaining enough speed to inflict damage on Bruce if they hit. Of course, they were angled to collide with Bruce if he maintained his current trajectory. Ross, as per his usual core strategy, did not move from where he stood. He had an iron clad rule for battle that disregarded his most glaring weakness.

	[i]Don't move unless absolutely necessary.[/i]

	After all, if someone had the brute strength to uproot him, or K.O. him to begin with, and happened to also possess a severe speed advantage, he just wouldn't be able to win if they knew what they were doing! Not unless he was able to protect his [i]Alamo stance[/i] with both his elemental affinity, and titanic strength.