Tomaru disappeared out of sight behind the edge of the platform. Aw. Why would he go all rabbity like that? Was he afraid of Fuchsia? Had he seen the terrible weapon he wielded in action? He had a reason to be afraid. Fuchsia would demonstrate the terrible power he wielded, even if his opponent was about to disappear out of sight. Fear was a weapon in itself. A nuclear deterrent could very well end the battle. "Look'at this!" Fuchsia shouted loudly as Hitler's rocket-tipped face emerged from his launcher, hitting it's original target, the spoot where Tomaru was standing a mere moment ago, with terrible effect. Parts of the platform itself was blasted apart by the vastly powerful explosion, it's pieces sent flying all over the place. The demon child took a solid one to the face, breaking his nose, and shattering more than a few teeth, before the blast-wave itself sent him flying backwards before he could even land. He was hurled into the edge of the platform he originally jumped from, dampening the impact with his left arm, a loud crack emitting from his elbow as a thick sharp bone forced itself through the skin. The darkened stone surface was splattered with the velvet liquid it contained.

Fuchsia dropped to the ground below. Blood dripping. He smiled wickedly. This was a good pain. A pleasant pain. He needed more!