The yoyos crash back into his hands, normally silent movements interrupted by the sound of the weapons crashing back into the ones he's still holding with loud cracks. Slowly breathing in, Chikusa counts to three in his head. Three seconds are all he needs, three seconds to make sure Add doesn't get back up. One.... Two...

From inbetween his fingers, flickering and fading from around the edges of his palms, the blue yoyos begin to dissipate into blue flames, and Chikusa swings his hands back down. It's done. His stomach is wound tight as he carefully steps through the foliage, looping around until he steps out from it all. A hoodie has been pulled over his head, hiding his dark hair, and a cloth mask is tugged down from his mouth. While his glasses have been hidden away- he didn't want to risk a wayward shine outing him- there's no mistaking the dull eyes staring down at Add. Carefully tugging one hand free of a yoyo to hide it away in his pockets again, Chikusa kicks away one of the dynamos.

"Done now...?"