"Wait, what is that blood-colored thing? It seems to be getting near at an accelera- Shi-"
The small ball of metal, coated with blood hits Athaerion squarely in the face, launching him approximately two feet into the air before landing on his back. The force of the projectile was hard. Very hard. It could have killed him if he was a scrawny and famished person. However, it didn't; he had enough strength to endure the projectile, albeit now, he is very wounded and not in the condition to use a sniper rifle.
It hurt him so much that he laid on the floor for two minutes, and by the time he stood up, the sniper rifle dematerialized.
"Damn, that was a good shot. He's good, I'll admit, having survived a .308 Winchester without getting hurt."
He was impressed, although he did not know the full extent of the cocoon of blood's protection threshold and assumed to have hit him somewhere in the body.
"At this rate, I can't kill him. Not like this"
He raised his hands, materializing a M72 LAW that expels huge gusts of wind, with a force akin to that of a car hitting you at full speed. It was a hammer, in the sense that it could smash through walls with ease. However, because of it being a "hammer", it was a tad bit heavy to use, and the gusts of wind would only work at close range. Conjuring a weapon of that caliber takes much time, which isn't nice when you're actively fighting at close range.
"What was I thinking, shooting him like that? I could have talked to him before pulling the trigger. You idiot, why did you do that?"
He regretted his actions, but now, he has no choice but to go down the building and preparing himself for the fight ahead.