"Pheh. Wanna know my name, kid? It's 'Myself'. Try braggin' 'bout that, you ass!," - and thus was the answer of Ido's impeccable mind. Behind his blockheaded demeanor hid a truly cunning nature, and the less his opponent's knew about it, the better. One surely would expect less from a brutish Werewolf warrior than they would from a demonic savant.
Now that he was close enough, it was time for the human to properly introduce himself - and for Ido, that meant revealing all the information a fighter would rather keep to themselves. His gaze pierced right through the meager flesh-and-blood body, reaching to its magical esscence and capturing it within the demon's memory - if his opponent would attempt to attack with magic from afar, he would now be quick to react, detecing Sol's spells the moment they would be cast.
Moving onto the next step, Ido shortened the distance between them to 20 feet, and shifting into a battle stance, threw a succesion of 3 lightning fast palm strikes at Sol. This would look rather strange performed by any ordinary martial artist, but the demon's attacks had far more behind them than the eye could see. With each thrust, a high-pitched ringing could be heard, powerful sound waves sent pounding into Sol's body without giving him any time to react. However, not all would be absorbed, and the small fraction that were be reflected back to Ido would be enough for his keen senses to make a detailed picture of the opponent before him. Linking the auditory senses to the tactile, he would be able to feel percive bit of information the sound waves carried in form of pressure, as if it had been imprinted into his body - what would be hard to percive in sound, would be immediately turned into an easily understandable form.
Yet this was not the only advantage he would gain. At such a distance, the sound's power would be enough to cause a significant amount of pain, and if this caught Sol off guard, then it would provide a great opportuniny to strike.
Whipping out two huge blobs of Kzich from his hands, each holding at least 10 litres, Ido molded them into an ball and sent it hurling towards Sol at full speed, hoping to knock him down. At the same time, he let some of the liquid flow into his jetpack, and using his heating ability, he vaporized a handful of it. In gaseous state, it would react with air in a much more violent manner, providing enough heat to get the jetpack kicking without any buildup.