It was at times like these that Fuchsia really enjoyed himself. The heat of battle was indescribably satisfying, the thrill of a kill, nothing else could compare. The enemy of the day, a human swordsman of sorts, had fallen into the trap of assuming he didn't plan ahead. A grave mistake. Fuchsia was nothing if not cunning when it came to devising methods of carnage. One could say it was in his blood. One of the million demon-spawn that roamed the deep and fiery caverns of the realm infernal. He was nothing special, not when compared to his peers. A no-name soldier in an expendable legion of the damned. If not he, but one from the royal bloodline had been sent to the realm he currently found himself in, then the tournament itself would not have mattered. It would have been an invasion. A dimension ripe for the taking. The current owner would put up a fight, no doubt, but would he be formidable enough an opponent to come out on top? Fuchsia had his suspicions that there was more to the skeleton than meets the eye. Well, at least more than the human he was up against. Silly man.

Fuchsia was expecting his foe to move over to intercept his landing, and that was just what he did. Sword in hand, of course, what else would he have done? The demon child was still soaring through the air when the swordsman dashed towards his landing point. Expecting him to continue on that path, planning to impale him on his blade, no doubt. Well. That was not what was about to happen. When Fuchsia came in above the platform, on the opposite side of his intended landing point, he aimed his hellzooka towards the dashing man, and once he stopped, Fuchsia fired the triple-charged Hellzooka. "YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!" The Hellzooka shouted. The massive recoil halted Fuchsia's velocity, and he landed on the edge of the platform opposite Tomaru. But not before a rocket with Hitler's screaming face on it hurled towards his foe, who was clearly preparing for a completely different type of attack. He braced himself, knowing full well that the blast from the explosion would knock him off the platform.. or worse, even though he was well out of it's normal kill radius. Such was the power of Rocket Hitler.