Tch---

Being slowed down and locked in place is death. I can't allow that to happen. Even without the crushing pressure that would easily shatter my limbs, it would be enough to keep me in place so Famfrit could kill me swiftly and without further incident.

The kunai slide from their spot in my pouch, clutched between my fingers as I direct heat and light through them, setting each of them ablaze before the pressure can begin collapsing inwards on me. I only have a moment. Throwing them is already likely to be futile, I can feel the weight pressing on my shoulders and limbs. There's not much of a chance that I'll be able to make them penetrate the gravity sphere like I need to with that in mind. I'm running out of time to act with every passing moment. 

It's like I'm being enwrapped by an enormous hand.

Cutting off escape routes and squeezing down on me, crushing me, cornering me---

I won't let this happen. For the sake of my duty, I can't let this happen. I won't be cornered or crushed or kept down...!

But I don't have many options. Simply swinging my sword may not be enough. I can't use my bombs at this close range.

However, I can use a different way of accessing explosive force.

My own attack won't impair me too much to fight. I know that for certain, and it's far better than the alternative.

That doesn't mean it won't be painless, however. I suck in a deep breath, drawing the burning kunai clutched between my fingers back in a fist, and then---

I thrust them forward.

My fist strikes the sphere. The kunai explode, shattering, sending heat surging over my arm, burning the straps of my gauntlet and sending it uselessly to the ground, searing away my glove and the sleeve of my kimono. For a single instant, every nerve ending in my left arm cries out---

And then they're silent.

Just as I thought. Not enough harm to impair me in this fight.

I'll have to fix the gauntlet, though.

The spheres of water are certainly a problem, but a lesser one that Graviga had been. With the orb shattered, I can move freely once more. The kunai are burning white hot between my fingers, the residual energy streaming off of them.

The world streams by as I hurl myself to the right, a crushing, whirling sphere of water whipping past me as I send the kunai hurtling for Famfrit. The sheer heat, on contact with the water-soaked figure's head, should at least do some damage---!