The red flames seem to be the most prominent, since they adorn the weapon. They're eating away, and the boy's watching, targets dancing in his contact lenses as he tries to focus on Peter, to set his aim on him. And there it is... but his weapon is still having a hard time clearing up. It can't exactly take in another cartridge while it isn't clear. The silver-haired teen takes a step back, but he can't move fast enough, and he's not going to toss a mini-bomb against his back to make himself move out of the way fast enough.
There's a loud meow from one of his rings, and he's irritated. But he can see what Peter intends to do. In fight club, though... there's no such thing as forfeiting. He'd rather just be defeated. It's not for honor, but it was a good stretch of his skills. This guy's got some neat skills up his sleeves. Gokudera's not trying to die, either.
He takes another step back and braces himself for impact just as an electric current runs through his neck. The collar jolts him, and he's already crumpling, grabbing at the robotic leather and chain as it punishes him for no good reason with the worst timing in the history of ever. Can't he just be defeated fair and square?!
His shields shrink, bones falling apart and clattering to the ground as he jerks and curls inwards on his side. Just knock him out, Peter. This is embarrassing. At least it's silent, and he's not screaming. The cat noises from before are getting louder, though. Somewhere on him (or trapped in his weapon system), is a very pissed off feline box weapon that wants to join the fray.
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There's a loud meow from one of his rings, and he's irritated. But he can see what Peter intends to do. In fight club, though... there's no such thing as forfeiting. He'd rather just be defeated. It's not for honor, but it was a good stretch of his skills. This guy's got some neat skills up his sleeves. Gokudera's not trying to die, either.
He takes another step back and braces himself for impact just as an electric current runs through his neck. The collar jolts him, and he's already crumpling, grabbing at the robotic leather and chain as it punishes him for no good reason with the worst timing in the history of ever. Can't he just be defeated fair and square?!
His shields shrink, bones falling apart and clattering to the ground as he jerks and curls inwards on his side. Just knock him out, Peter. This is embarrassing. At least it's silent, and he's not screaming. The cat noises from before are getting louder, though. Somewhere on him (or trapped in his weapon system), is a very pissed off feline box weapon that wants to join the fray.