[He hit something! He actually hit something! Quick, this calls for a snappy one-liner, a retort to Sakuya before the battle begins afresh…]
Sorry lady, but even if me and Ango have a bunch in common, you’re not my type.
[Okay, could’ve been snappier, but whatever. He’s thinking on his feet - and he doesn’t have much time to dwell, because here comes her appropriately colour-coded attack. Flyhigh tries to dodge roll out of the way, because no way is he blocking that thing, and when he’s back upright again, if he’s not been zapped - or, hell, even if he has he’ll do it with a shakier hand - he’ll aim and fire at the tree again. Can’t miss what he’s hit before, right?]
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Sorry lady, but even if me and Ango have a bunch in common, you’re not my type.
[Okay, could’ve been snappier, but whatever. He’s thinking on his feet - and he doesn’t have much time to dwell, because here comes her appropriately colour-coded attack. Flyhigh tries to dodge roll out of the way, because no way is he blocking that thing, and when he’s back upright again, if he’s not been zapped - or, hell, even if he has he’ll do it with a shakier hand - he’ll aim and fire at the tree again. Can’t miss what he’s hit before, right?]