Ronan blinked at the explosions, taking just a moment to process holy shit, explosions before throwing the first shield he could think of underneath himself.

Unfortunately, that shield... didn't absorb force very well, and wasn't anchored to anything, so it acted more as a platform to launch him into the air. Oops? At least he was on a relatively stable, if vertically-climbing, surface.

Before he started falling back to the ground, Ronan pulled out another of the spells he had stored in his sword. Time, he thought, to start getting showy. Which is why, in his off-hand, he now held a softly-glowing shape, vaguely reminiscent of a gun or a blaster; unlike the usual wizardly dissociators, though, this one shot blasts of colour.

So Ronan had maybe invented wizard paintball. Eat, uh, purple, green, and orange, Kaidan.