Ari had been too caught up his next assault to really pay attention to his opponents words. His head turning, gaze shifting and locking upon his adversary as the kick was dodged. While most people would have immediately tried to halt the kick and move to evade, the Dragon Slayer had not done so. He had instead followed through with the kick, but only allowed his left foot to make contact with the now indented gaia. He used the knock-back from his own foots impact t help evade the incoming strike.
Ari's foot pressing into and releasing itself from the soft gaia, his bodies weight shifting backwards allowing him to evade the brunt of the assault. He however hadn't fully evaded it, the tip of the hilt skimming lightly across his side. Not enough to cause damage or throw him off balance, but still enough that he saw the need to distance himself a few feet. "That's not gonna work against me." He declare proudly, still unaware of the fact that the blow had done a bit more than skim. The sleeveless shirt he was wearing splitting along the side.
"You're pretty good at usin' that sword a yours ain't 'cha?" He questioned as he panted lightly. He'd been going at all day, between his week worth of training, dealing with vulcan's, and now this, he was feeling slightly exhausted to say the least. "What's with you? You smell like one evil son of a bitch, but ya sure don't act like one." He said as he gathered flames around his feet. A grin would take form upon his maw as the flames at his feet began to swell and gather pressure at an alarming rate. And then it happened, the gathered pressure erupted allowing him to use these flames to, for lack of better explanation, jet-propel himself with the force of a sixty mile an hour rush.
Ari, now bursting the few mere feet that distanced him from his adversary to get within point blank range. The flames around his feet vanishing leaving only a brief cloud of smoke rolling off them. Flames bursting forth from behind his right right elbow, said arm already being cocked back and ready to go. He would use these flames to greatly enhance the speed of this strike, the flames in an instant spiraling from behind his arm so they became focused upon his fist. He would fling this greatly augmented fire-enhanced fist in a right hook aiming said strike at his enemies chin hoping to leave him disoriented if not out-right incapacitated.