Words could not describe the level of annoyance that he had at this moment.
However, he was still falling.
As he did, his mind kicked into overdrive as he knew that the moment he touched the ground, it would be over.
Those things would turn him into marshmallows on a stick.
Instantly, he turned his weapon into a reverse grip position.
And then, just before he would touch the ground, he used the hand with the sword in it for support, punching against the ground as hard as he could as he lifted into an incredible summersault, much like a gymnast.
This intuitive move helped propel him across with flips in the air, and when he landed, it was right above the flower.
Instantly, he dug his hand into the last flower.
Just like the others, it clamped on tight.