"Man, I hope you're right," he called back, launching another attack. He jumped back as a stray tentacle lashed out and took a deep breath, falling into stance. It was still in the works - serious works, actually, as he'd barely succeeded in this - but it would probably help.
Focusing his aura into his hands, he pushed. The bolt flew from his hands and hit the Marlboro, staggering it. "Get it!" he yelled to Aspel.