He twirls in the air, slashing Johns inner arm with his blade. "Wrong answer." He spins his scythe like a quarterstaff, slamming the haft into John, sending him flying backwards into a tree. He jumps off the tree behind him, kicking off, and flies forward, ramming his elbow into him. He flips over with the momentum, and stands up, using his scythe as a staff. He stomps on his ribs, and hears a loud [i]crack[/i].