@DeranVendar Dyzek would watch in awe at the swirling form of the squat came at him, defying his previous thoughts on their limits of speed. He'd react, kicking away from his foe to avoid the deadly swing of the powered mauls in the air, yet, despite this, he'd feel the crashing impact of both striking at him. The first of these blows he'd absorb with his pauldron, which would shatter into a multitude of pieces, their shards bursting out through the air. The second, he'd manage to improvise a parry with the head of his chain glaive, which after already suffering damage earlier, would break, it's motor running silent, it's teeth slowing to a halt for the final time. Landing a few feet from the incoming assault of Magrundi and his Crash Braid Style, the Iron Warrior would cast away his broken weapon, clenching both fists, before speaking out, his tone booming over the din of battle. "Know fear Magrundi, for while you have ended the life of my weapon, you have forced me to respond with my own style. Cross fists with me now, and let us see who's spirit is greater!" With that, the swirling heads of the abhuman's weaponry would come rushing forward to meet the Iron Warrior. Yet, in an instant, Dyzek would kick up from the ground, taking into the air with a roar of his jump pack, taking into the air once more, now above the incoming attacks of his foe. Spreading his arms out wide, Dyzek would allow the momentum to carry him upwards, tilting back, to flip through the air, until he'd be facing down upon the spinning Squat. As he did so, an audible sound of the man taking in a breath, and focusing his mind would be emitted as a growl from his helm's vox. As the engines of his jump pack fell silent, and gravity reasserted itself over him, Dyzek would begin to drop down rapidly atop his horizontally spinning foe, bypassing the defense of the flailing mauls, and attacking him from above. His voice would be heard, as he closed the distance, a war cry containing all the concentration and heart he'd put into this attack. "Winged Husaria Style: Windstorm of Soaring Strikes!" As he descended upon Magrundi from high, Dyzek's hands would move forth, like the talons of a raptor, in a rapid series of cuts and jabs against his enemy. His fingers would hammer against the armoured form of the squat, each successive blow accented with the continued cry of the Iron Warrior, his entirety of being concentrated on this battle.