"Blast... I was so focused on blocking his attacks... I forgot about those spikes." Blake thought to himself, his eyes widening at the spikes growing like weeds. This man continued his ranting on how he didn't need to strike at dear Blake and that his manipulation of earth was where his power lied, Blake found himself his neck squeezed by the tips of the spikes. His metallic laugh making Blake laugh happily in unison.<br/><br/>"Not a bad trick... But..." Blake's eyes narrowed and widened, their midnight hue turning silver. "It will be no fun if you squeeze the life out of me. From his free hand, a rose made of ice. Petals growing, freeing Blake from Gallin's spikes. "I may not have the power of the earth itself behind, but my magic stretches further..." He chuckled, holding his hand to the sky, many white lights dancing about Blake's side. "But I'll show you rather bore you with banter."