Tibaut was confident he could jump that high but seeing that heavy-looking combination of the man and his armour that probably alone weighed thrice as much as Tibaut jump into the air and reach that height was an experience he didn't think he was going to forget anytime soon. He tried to move his fireball out of the but it wasn't nearly as fast as he was and Cormac dived into it.

He could feel his entire body clench but his fears didn't come through as the giant fireball simply dispersed and faded into the air.

Cormac landed on his feet and turned to Tibaut. Without hesitation, he ran back towards him.

("At least give me some time to settle down, you bastard! I thought we were both fucked with that last move.")

In that brief moment he jumped Tibaut forgot all about the main gimmick of the armour.

As Tibaut braced himself for another encounter, someone jumped behind Cormac.

("Avis? Why's she back?")

Tibaut didn't know what was going to happen but he rushed towards Cormac, sensing an opportunity. Cormac immediately stopped himself when he realized something was wrapped around his face. He noticed blood running down his face and realised the part of his nose sticking out of his helmet had been sliced. He grabbed at it the thing slicing the tip of his nose and realised it was a string of some sort. He felt it pull down and it nearly overpowered the single hand he had on it.

Avis was behind him using both her hands to drag down on the wire she had placed on his face.

It if wasn't for the armour he was wearing his head would have been sliced in half like a watermelon and his palm severed.

He quickly reached behind with his other hand to try and grab the wire and he managed to snag it. He tried to grip but the metal of his gauntlet had too little friction. She tried even harder to pull down the wire but his hand near the helmet wouldn't budge.

("As soon as it's around your neck, it's over.")

He had nothing visible protecting his neck and if the wire slid down to his neck it'd be no question if it would sever his neck. After all, if it could cut his nose then it could certainly cut his neck as well.

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He managed to pull the wire towards himself and seemed to be aiming for another clothesline but Tibaut blew out his footing and caused him to swing in the air. The momentum of the pull caused Avis to fly in the opposite direction he was landing and as she held onto the wire it went further down his helmet, severing a small piece of his nose.

Tibaut ran towards his preoccupied foe and in a desperate act of strength, Cormac pulled so hard on the wire, making a dent in the back of his helmet and gauntlet in the process, that it snapped.

Avis soon landed on the ground and Tibaut was mere feet away from the giant. He shot a fire lance at his face but the giant already had a hand on his face as he checked his nose.

("That armour's fucking bullshit. It didn't give his hand any recoil.") Tibaut complained in his mind.

As he got closer he slowed himself and was thankful, as the giant managed a kick from the ground that sent a gust of wind in his face instead of snapping his head clean off. He used the momentum of this kick to lift himself and flowed into another unexpected kick, which Tibaut had to settle for blocking instead. He jumped back when he received it to lessen its blow but the force of the kick nearly sent him back to the entrance, even with Avis catching him. He heard a sickening crack when it landed and looked down.

He knew one of his arms was severely injured and now the other was plain broken. The arm he kept in front of the other when he blocked bent like it had gotten an extra joint.

"Aagaghsfs" he screamed out in pain and if Avis wasn't holding him, he would have fallen to the floor screaming in agony.

He gritted his teeth and breathed in and out to calm himself as he watched Cormac… fall to his knees?

"Is he finally tired?" Tibaut asked as the relief washing over him masked any pain he was experiencing.

"No, I just used something to even the odds. (Tch, I really was careless to bring only a paralysis poison with me")" Avis stated as she let him go.

Cormac struggled to stand up and looked at both of them. He started his charging again but this time it was noticeably slower.

"I don't know what you did but can you hold him back for a minute?"

"Hold him back? I'll kill him before you can do anything."

Tibaut held up his only good hand and summoned a giant fireball. Cormac looked up at it, almost dazed and picked up a piece of rubble he could throw at it. Avis had gotten in his personal space and wrapped the wire around his arm, stopping it barely, as he almost lifted her off the ground when he moved his hand. The arm of armour she had wrapped around was particularly shoddy as there was a noticeable gap between his hand and arm. She managed to slide it down the weakened Cormac's arm and reach that gap where his skin was exposed. It happened in less than a second but the thud it made as it hit the ground was clear to the two. His hand had come clean off and fell to the floor. The sight of his own hand was like a panacea to him and he started moving with renewed vigor.