[The bubbles won't hurt Caesar if he recalls them in time, letting the power in each one fizzle out instantly as he slams down into them. They pop as harmlessly as the normal kind, which does very little to stop Caesar from hitting the ground with enough force for a rib to crack. He doesn't scream out of shock more than self-control, eyes open wide even as dirt flies into them.
On his front, he'll shove an elbow underneath himself, readying this time for the second hit. Hisoka didn't stop last time to let him have a chance to regain his feet, he doesn't expect him to this time, either.]
I can make them faster.
[He'll cough that out and see if it will slow his hand. Halt him from bringing this fight to a firm close.]
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On his front, he'll shove an elbow underneath himself, readying this time for the second hit. Hisoka didn't stop last time to let him have a chance to regain his feet, he doesn't expect him to this time, either.]
I can make them faster.
[He'll cough that out and see if it will slow his hand. Halt him from bringing this fight to a firm close.]