Body language is everything to Tyki and this one certainly seems full of himself. He sneers lightly at the way he makes such claims, not wanting to take him absolutely serious and yet knowing better to stay on guard.

His eyes narrow a fraction as that spear is thrown. Either the hippo is strong or there's something else at work. Metal bending, telekinesis, he's not sure. His power to choose activates, rejected the air as he steps to the side, shoving his weight in one direction to avoid the spear again. It's fast, insanely fast for metal, "Neat trick."