BOOM!
Crisaius hit the ground like a meteor, bounced, flipped once mid-air like an angry grandpa gymnast, and then launched himself back up again, only for Theon to casually float five meters higher with a sneer.
"Oh, for the love of—COME BACK DOWN AND DIE WITH DIGNITY, YOU FLAMING TOOTHPASTE STAIN!" Crisaius roared, lightning curling around his beard like a malfunctioning Tesla coil.
Theon, floating effortlessly with his arms crossed, looked down with the serenity of a smug pigeon who just pooped on a statue. "Why would I lower myself to your level?"
"HE'S MOCKING ME WITH VERTICALITY!!" Crisaius screamed, flipping both his swords in frustration. "Back in my day, we fought on the ground like civilized psychopaths!"
"YOU CAN FLOAT," Raven hollered from behind, clearly enjoying himself. "Just admit you can't fly and I'll help. I can give you wings. Kinda. Not Red Bull but better."
