Rajaka was struck by the first grenade. His body was flung off to the side, through the air and down into the ground. The man tossed and tumbled through the dirt until he finally stopped. His muscles, like balloons, enlarged, and his entire body popped back to its original size. But he didn't say anything. As the next grenade came, he crossed his hands to brace himself, but couldn't move his legs with the literal gap in his spine. [color=fff200]"Little punk.."[/color] The grenades hit him dead on, one after another, but with each strike, his body was unharmed. He'd regained his earlier resilience, but with it, came a wave of anger. [color=fff200]"I' gon'a crush Yoo'.."[/color] He propped himself up on one of his arms and slowly rose his hand towards Jeff. But no energy came out. He flailed his arm around angrily, impatiently waiting for his Ki to respond, but he'd lost the composure that allowed him such great Ki control in the first place. The energy in his body began to build, but it dropped again, like tidal waves. Truth be told, all his energy was being diverted to repairing his injuries from earlier. The cut in his side was still bleed, despite scabbing over, and his spine was damaged to a critical point. But it wouldn't be long before he recovered from his injuries. When that happened, who knew what would follow. His anger was starting to bubble to an extreme, inflamed by his frustration at being unable to move. If he was allowed to recover, the planet might not be able to cope with his next tantrum.