As the killing blow came down a crystal sprung out of the ground, and flung Tomas' hand away. A crater was burnt into the ground next to Ghast's head. Tomas' anger washed away, and he stared at his fist in amazement. He realised that the move was quite stupid as he was punched in the face by glowing energy. Energy clung to his cheek, and yet he was still dazzled. He was then blasted backwards in a huge explosion. As he flipped backwards, he saw a cannon literally sprout out of Ghast's hands. He wondered if it was a concussion effect, or real.
Tomas decided that it was smart to trust his instincts, and thrust his hands downwards, letting momentum push him downwards. A cannonball of some sort flew over his head, and he tumbled down the mountain. He couldn't halt his rolling. At last, he plunged his hands deep into the earth, and yelled out in pain as his hands became covered in cuts and as his shoulders almost popped out.
Tomas wasn't going to be beaten so pettily though. He shook his body, and checked his hands. The cuts weren't to deep, and he could get them fixed some time afterwards. Tomas ran upwards, hands behind him, and prepared to leap out of the way of any kind of attack. This person was confusing, but Tomas started to understand his power. That allowed him to make a few assumptions.
In this case though, sadly, he could make none.