[tumbling with a yelp, yes--letting himself fall out of the immediate shadow of that hand, and then flinging out his arms and legs and activating his glide to level out]

[but, good--looking around, trying to very quickly take stock--where are Mau and the survivors, where is ground, exactly how ridiculous will the platforming and aerial work be to keep up this fight]

[and pretty much automatically as a result of casting that spell, a circle of light flares around him again, and his glow changes to pure white, light boiling off his skin, six swords of crystalized light bursting into existence, orbiting his shoulders like wings]