The Reaper's not stupid enough to try that one twice. He immediately lands, both hands braced on the scythe handle. But only for a moment.
Locked with the spear blade, the scythe isn't going anywhere, so hands lock around the shaft. Soul pulls himself off the ground with it, curling up and striking out with both feet, aiming at Jade's chest. It's not a move he's pulled before and it should serve well enough. He needs to unlock the blades. A silver orb is starting to glow in both hands as he moves, wings flapping to keep him in the air.