<em>Oh yea of little faith.</em><br/><br/>He hadn't meant to put a massive rend in it, having instead been trying for a hole so he could get yanked upwards. As it was, it appeared to have figured out what he had been trying to do, but since his weapon was more powerful than its, he didn't have to worry about it breaking. He side stepped the downward swing, and then jumped onto its arm, trusting to his improved sense of balance and heightened reflexes to allow him to get out of the way of any further attacks, as he ran up the arm, before jumping up over the mass of heads, and picked one. His arm pumped, practically shoving the primed keg down its throat, and then he used a charge of his boots to redirect himself to the side, hopefully popping out behind one of the decorative boulders he had made before the keg went off in its throat or mouth. That much fire and force would definitely get its attention.