The explosion went off, but had clearly not done any damage. Oh well. Seems like parts of it was coming back too, weird. Fuchsia couldn't recall that ever happening before. Some kind of special ability his opponent possessed? A barrier of sorts? Telekinesis perhaps. Didn't really matter. Those skullnades were absolutely awful. There hadn't been a single instance in which a formidable opponent had been injured by em. Good opener though, always revealed all kinds of nasty tricks. The human in front of him was.. well.. more of a beef than average. Would it be a problem? Nah. Re-directing the force of an exploding skullnade seemed like a waste of energy. If he was that frightened by such measly weaponry, then how would he react to Fuchsia's signature hellzooka in action? The mere thought of it made Fuchsia drool. Oh. Right. Explosion. 

Would it hit him? Was it strong? Eh? Fuchsia didn't really give a fuck, he took a few quick steps to the side and rushed forward, avoiding the whole thing altogether if it even got that far, jumping off his own platform towards his opponent's, intent on landing at the edge on the opposite side of it. While doing so, he flipped his "club" over his shoulder and grabbed the handle with his right hand. It was still searching for strong souls. 

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***Trivia***
Explosions are not projectiles.