"Haha." Pain burst through his skull, then nothing, then pain again, back and forth, back and forth. His vision faded back and forth between greyscale and normal. Yanagi pushed himself upright where he was, "You're not walking away from this." A grin split his features as the scar healed back, though the hair on that portion of his scalp had yet to grow back, "You're going home, at least in a bodybag." He laughed, " 'freaks?'" He could barely stop his laughing now, the hand which he had used in attempt to cover his smile slid of his face, leaving a crimson mark on his cheek. He then declared, "It is a great day to be a 'freak'!" He launched himself into the air, now numb to pain, vaulting over thirty feet at the very least to close the gap between him and this new person, creating a splash in the puddle of blood he landed on, "Let's dance, vegetable."<br/><br/>He leaped upward and backward, blood coating his hands as he landed on the ceiling. He lashed out with an arm, a test for his opponent's defenses before immediately jumping onto the next surface and discharged a couple dozen of red pellets at his adversary, "I will I will I will put you full of holes!" He could not suppress his laughter. Not anymore. Not for awhile.