He twirls over expertly in his dive, to continue with similar momentum and speed toward her new position, diving at the girl as her giant gun powers up.  His eyes widen slightly, he hadn't fought any of the Elite, before, but still he charged.<br/><br/>He knew his shield was absolutely impregnable, it's defense absolute.  His mother had told him tales of the heirloom, his ancestors who used it in battles against great demons and powerful otherwordly entities.  It stood the test of time, of infinite and monstrous furies, and it would stand against her peashooter.<br/><br/>Still, let her think it wouldn't.  Besides, the blast might halt his advance, and if she was buckled under the recoil of the blast, she was easier to hit.<br/><br/>A simple dodge to the side avoids the beam, an easy aerial barrell roll that has him to the side of the blast, continuing toward her with the tremendous speed of a divebombing hawk.  As he swoops in at her, he slashes out with a heavy stroke of his axe, hoping to simply cleave her cannon and her body apart.<br/><br/>