A stomp to the ground, and a headbutt crashing into.. well, nothing. The still-raging Fuchsia found himself in a completely different environment. His wounds were healed, his spent hellnade had been replaced, and the Hellzooka he so clumsily hurled into the void, was planking across his folded arms like a dead hooker on a Monday morning. He was shaking, his body was far from used to being completely rejuvenated in the middle of an adrenaline rush. The sudden absence of the adrenalin was a previously unfelt sensation. There was now a void in his cruel heart. It was as if he had lost a lover, a friend, something of great value. Was he in love? In love with the maddening rush that had taken hold of him so violently. Why was it gone!? How could it abandon him like this? He bit his lip. His eyes narrowed. A small line of blood fled his maw, and fell apart upon hitting the ground. Eyes darted around, first now did he care to deduce his location, and the reason for him being on it. 

There was a lake, stretching far into the distance, surrounded by a cold wintery landscape. Nothing new there, Fuchsia figured he should have brought a warmer coat. Not that he would have easily found one in his natural climate, it was after all, fucking hot. The mesmerizing water was mirroring the weirdly pink hued sky. It matched Fuchsia's pink t-shirt neatly, complimented further by his black shirt and pants. Fashion. Why was he here? He wondered. It took him a few moments to come up with an informed and logical answer. He had obviously headbutted Tomaru so hard in his previous fight, that time and space itself had collapsed around them and created an alternate reality. A reality where he was not injured, and in which he was placed in a completely different environment. Perhaps..! Yes! 

His eyes locked upon the form of a spidery monstrosity across the lake. Only now did he notice the creature. It confirmed his suspicions. Since his fight with Tomaru came into existence after he had stepped on an unseen opponent in his previous fight, he reasoned that in this reality, the very same creature that he had squished, was of far greater size. In this reality, the bug was yet undefeated, and more formidable than in his own. He had, in other words, crossed realities in such a manner that he was now back in round one. So he would have to meet an alternate version of Tomaru in the next round, once he vanquished the bug. What a drag. 

He shouted across the lake. "Bug! I squished you once already, why don't you give up now and spare me the effort? I'd rather kill me another swordsman!"