Stian flew back and slide his on his back 15 feet. He wasn't very heavy. A rune burned right where Ornstein's knee connected that absorbed any bone breaking energy. But it was still enough to wind him. Stian was laughing and coughing at the same time as he got up. "Should've expected that type of force from a big one like yourself." He twirled his spear once or twice before he bolted forward again, his spear far out to the side. Just as he got in 10 feet he slid the spear out to its greatest length and swung around to gain massive momentum. Just before it would contact he spoke. "[i]gnóthachan[/i]" This increased the weight of his spearhead to that of a anvil, not something any man could stop.