The wretched creature standing before Tomaru was far from the most clever scoundrel that he had dealt with, and even farther from being the best liar. He was fidgety and anxious, not even bothering to hide his "tells;" he agreed with everything and pointed out superficial similarities, just like most liars do to gain trust; his fabrication piled on more inconsistencies when his description of a magical bear trap did more or less the opposite of what an actual bear trap did (why not just say the jaws would clamp down on their legs?); the fact that the word "heaven" literally made him vomit didn't help his case either. What truly altered Tomaru to the impending danger, though, was Fuchsia's complete lack of combat etiquette. Comrades in arms would never throw their weapons at each other, especially when they were only just starting to build trust. They calmly and respectfully handed each other their weapons with the handle facing the recipient to avoid any misunderstandings. 

Now, Tomaru was generally not inclined to handle severed heads under normal circumstances, but here Fuchsia's behavior led him to believe that this was nothing other than a sneak attack. Well, if the demon genuinely felt that he had actually fooled anybody, then Tomaru was certain that his rebuttal would be a potent psychological victory. As the skullnade traversed its treacherous arc, the kitsune leaned forward out of Usagi and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Then he uncrossed his arms and pressed his palms together, as if in prayer, and released the Ki he had been building up. A sphere of kinetic energy burst forth from his body as Fuchsia shouted, "Hail Mary." This Gekitaisuru was not a particularly strong one, but for such a light projectile it was more than enough. The blast wave from the skullnade was pushed back towards Fuchsia. Due to the distance between them and the dispersal of energy, it probably wouldn't pose a serious threat, but again, Fuchsia didn't need to know that.