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"Pff, you're terrible, Ayame." Tatsuya let out a small chuckle at her joke, the electric gates that had just been formed for them being more of a marvel than anything else. Truth be told, he was scared shitless of that demon. Thing looked like it could tear him apart with the flick of a wrist, but their hands were kinda tied at the moment and he wasn't one to let fear stop him from doing what he wanted. That's what made life so fun. Though, if he said that he was quick to act, that would be a downright lie. Mainly because the spectacle of the stranger and the demon's powers colliding captivated him so much. The fact that he had to brace himself to keep on his feet made it feel all the more spectacular. Was he the only person he knew who didn't have a super flashy (or any) power? Ah well, that was fine. He had his own set of 'ol reliables to fall back on, after all. He was a simple man after all. "We better help Chibi-senpai out before he gets himself killed, though. Anyone who can do that might as well have bad news written on their forehead."

Despite that incredible display of power, all Tatsuya could do was smile. His body shook with excitement as his eyes scanned their battlefield for tools to use against that monster. He remembered that he took that lighter from the guy who tried to mug him. Then, that Ayame had gotten them all drinks. And then, that he still had a handkerchief in his pocket that he would use any time he wanted to look extra sophisticated in front of some hot babe. Before he put his plan into action, he had to make sure he addressed the stranger trying to warn them about the creature. Ayame said it better than he could, but it wouldn't hurt to get his two cents in. "Ease up, will ya? If we were gonna die, it woulda been a long time ago. We're way too deep into things to let this stooge off us now."

With that, he hurried to the oil barrels. He looked through the bags that Ayame brought, praying she bought something he could use, a wide grin spreading across his face when he saw the vodka she got them. The barrel that accompanied them had small drops of oil splattered upon it that likely spilt as it was being transported. This was perfect. He dabbed his handkerchief in the oil and brought out his match. He was more of a pure math guy than a science one——too much reading for him to care——but he was sure that this wasn't a bad idea. If he could throw it fast enough, that is. He took the cap off the vodka bottle with one of his coat's sleeves and jammed the handkerchief in the opening it made. Rushing back to the scene of the battle, he lit the handkerchief up with the lighter he stole and in his hands held a certified bomb.

As Ayame attacked, a wave of Sakura blossoms swept through the air, and Chibi-senpai let out his second wave of stars, he brought out the pitch that had been perfected from countless baseball practice sessions and tossed the bottle of vodka at their enemy.