The dynamo spins in the air, managing to hover for a few seconds before losing momentum and crashing again. He still has some power left, but it's not much. Not something he can stand to waste by even a small amount.

Add doesn't answer immediately, digging his fingers into the dirt as he tries to regain some composure. The fall managed to drive some of the needles further into his body, and the pain of everything combined is quickly becoming too much for him to bear. His nerves are on fire. Probably punctured at least a couple vital organs with all those needles, too. Not that it probably matters since his biology has been a mess for years now. Pay no mind to the traces of black oozing out of his wounds, swirling patterns into the growing pools of blood like oil on water.

With a great deal of effort he gasps, forcing out words between strained breaths as he writhes uselessly on the ground: "Go to hell."

He needs to keep Chikusa distracted a little longer... if he can just gather power enough to open a portal into the void...

"What... do you want? Asshole."