Bobba's movements felt sluggish, he was making mistake after mistake now, the most horrid being when he allowed Jenso to grab his hand and crush his black bracelet, and successfully throw him into the fireball of his own design. "Raaaaagh!" Bobba cried as the flames dispersed. He was revealed, still standing. His armor had faded, and he seemed to be mostly disarmed. 

	"How!? I accounted for your agility with the armor change, how did you!?" Bobba shook the feeling off, his shirt completely burned off and his face half-reddened by the fire. Jenso's shirt was still perfectly fine despite the fire though. "I won't underestimate your poverty any longer!" Bobba charged Jenso again, but this time, he had [i]no armor at all.[/i] But as he punched with his right hand, a spike popped out of his knuckle, towards Jenso's chest.