That hadn't seemed to work all too well. Sure, it had taken off some of the gold plate mask but where the other fireball had landed, nothing had seemed to happen. Perhaps the golden mask like face was the weak spot? He had to just hope he was right. His life was on the line, and he didn't want to end up as dinner for some strange, twisted monster.
"Come on, Johnny, you've beat the bloody devil you can do this..." he muttered to himself as the large beast lowered its head. Before he knew it, the creature clashed with him, striking him with its head. John was sent flying back, hitting a nearby wall and falling to the murky, oily floor below. His hands pressed flat on the ground, reaching through the ooze to try and push himself up. What if there was a way he could control the black stuff? If he could do that, he could use it to hold the creature in place so he could destroy it. But that was a long shot and he didn't have a whole lot of options.
His eyes rolled back once more and he muttered strange words under his breath. He raised both of his hands to create a shield of sorts. He held the shield with one hand, and with the other, he used his magic to attempt to knock the creature back, hoping the sheer force of the wind like magic would be enough.