Whatever it was Tomaru did, Fuchsia couldn't really see it. A chain of explosions went off, forcing him backwards, altough not off his feet, or in such a brutal manner as last time. His rockets had gone of long before they should have. Unknown to him, it had halted an incoming attack, which had latched into the ground somewhere between the two from the sheer force of the rocket blast. The rockets had all exploded, first one, then the rest. Presumably they had been hit by the shockwave and crashed into the ground or something. Fuchsia was no rocket scientist. He just knew how to fire the damn thing. Well. If you fail once.. His eyes narrowed upon the now-again-visible shape of his opponent.

Started firing again, this time the majority of the rockets kept to the same path, but if Tomaru started moving, Fuchsia would adjust his aim acordingly. "One, two, three, four. Did you have a life before!?" Four rockets screamed by. The Hellzooka was running out of common insults, and was now resorting to "You dog!" "If you were my mom, I would be ugly!" and such. "Five, six, seven, eight. So did I but it's too late!" - There was no tactic involved in his current actions. Unless Tomaru went up close and personal, or did something completely different, Fuchsia felt the most effective manner of disposing of him, was to keep firing like a madman, until either Tomaru dropped dead, or hell ran out of souls to give. Which was more likely? He giggled.