Haruki rocked back and forth on his heels a few times, watching the various competitors down themselves as if he were relaxing in a couch, observing via a TV. Which he supposed was somewhat accurate; the androgynous was quite literally viewing the battle through a sort of lens he'd created in the air. . . that was where the similarities ended but the androgynous boy didn't particularly care. Until the fire girl came at him, that was. "Hehe, you seem mad or something, did someone beat you up or something?" Haruki asked the question innocuously, though as usual didn't give any time to actually, well, respond. "You know, it's really mean to call people names and stuff when you don't know them, plus what if you're annoying to them or something? It's just lame, and besides your insults aren't even all that creative, like, what if you called me uh, what did that one guy say one time? I was too busy giggling to actually get upset..." While he spoke, he angled the circles of glass in each hand just so, one flashing to perfectly reflect its surroundings in a blur and the other zooming and distorting anything viewed through it. A spot of light appeared on his opponent's clothing, soon replaced by a small blaze not of her making. . .