"Genocide?! What kingdom was near the circle to let him do that!?" Harvard would think to himself, keeping himself quiet as he'd tilt the box, seeing his friends being out of their reach. He's bought them just enough time to escape. Now all he needs to do is regroup and avoid this confrontation any further. Problem was, he can tell by Fleisher's big smile it was enjoying their company. It winds up its arms and reaches out for a nearby tree, just in time for Bronx to take aim. A Baseball shirt and hat spawned on its body as the bullet flew, readying such a tree as his personal bat, with another voice coming in from beyond the forest. "ITS THE BOTTOM OF THE 9TH INNIN' AND PLAYER 23, FLEISHER STU D. O., HAS PLACED HIMSELF UP TO BAT! HERE COMES THE PITCHER..."
BANG!!!
"HE SHOOTS!!!"
TINK!!! FWOOOOOSH!!
"AND ITS A HOME RUN!!!!!" An imaginary crowd roared as the beast swatted the shot back, piercing across the forest with such an impact. Unfortunately, it was caught up in its own personal enjoyment, that it didn't noticed it swung the bullet straight towards Stolas, shooting it across the body in half, splitting it, and causing everyone there to fall over, mortifying Harvard.
"FLEISHER!!! THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? THAT'S OUR FRIENDS THERE!!" He'd peer his head up from the box, chastising his beast, prompting Fleisher to panic and see what it did. In such midst, Bronx was able to lock on and fire another shot, aiming straight for the box, switching chambers again to a more smaller, longer shape, a sniper round ready to pierce through what was coming.
BANG!!!
A direct hit, the box pierced straight through, yet no blood was visible. Bronx would be confused, wondering how there was no significant damage besides the object. It wasn't until he darted forward and looked closer, seeing the boy catch it with his mouth before any vital damage was made. As soon as he got a clear view, Harvard would curve the bullet and spit it back in the same force, prompting Bronx to block the shot and prepare a new one, before being followed up with a two handed slam by the Cartoonish freak of nature, spiking him straight down to the ground, letting it be elastic so he can bounce up, all for the monster to spike him again and again, dribbling him like a basketball with each hit. As the man was bounced around, Harvard noticed that the bullet he bit didn't gave him the supposed contract effect, nor did it explode in his own mouth. The shell itself wasn't influenced by the magic, as otherwise it would've brought him back to the magic show. "The tip. The tip is laced with something..." He'd mumble, yet Bronx was able to hear him as he'd use the rounds to fire an explosion and push him away from Fleisher whilst it ravaged.
"You actually figured out my bullets. Good for you. Need more intelligent kids in this day and age." He'd comment, as he'd load up another barrel and fired it towards the Cartoon, a minigun-esque barrel that swarmed it with lead, as his magic would begin to influence and veer away, half aiming for its eyes, half aiming inside the box, with Harvard forcing to cast a spell in such a quick reaction.
"FU!! SION!!!"
Before the bullets connected and would trap him in the illusion, Fleisher would disappear into the child, as his anatomy began to warp. His arms and legs curled to springs, his eyes into spirals, his mouth growing and grinning ear-to-ear, razor sharp teeth in its place. Boxing gloves and massive shoes to compensate for such uncontrollable limbs, letting him pull back and bounce off into the atmosphere. His suit now taking a zany appearance of shapes and colors, his hair spiking up and flowing wildly as if he was a mascot for an amusement park ride. Bronx grit his teeth as he'd slink into the shadows, whilst he would hear the roars and clapping of Axel's hands. "YES! YES! KEEP IT UP! KEEP IT UP!!" He'd shout, knowing full well of his instigation, as he'd hear the child's maddening laugh, bouncing off of the air itself and acting as a personal ballistic missile to aim and headbutt whoever was close by, regardless if they're allies or not. Axel was smart in using the hands of gold left behind to make a trail, a perfect runway to lead him directly to the Sniper. He'd try to brace for impact, yet it was no use. The boy made a heavy wind-up and uppercut the man out of the forest, blowing off the leaves in the forest, a massive hurricane of green flying alongside him. Even with such a heavy blow, he would notice that the boy was still preparing spells, even with his chaotic state. He'd toss up a ball of black, a darkness spell, letting it magnetize and pull the man close, just so that Harvard can step in-between and barrage him as if he was his personal speed bag, before winding up another uppercut and sending Bronx sky high.
Bronx didn't bother trying to formulate any words. A waste of breath in the current situation as he'd focus back on changing barrels and bullets, firing down a massive shot after shot of explosive rounds, controlling them, letting them circle around and wait for the boy to come up so he can hit and blow him up with them. Harvard, however, had other plans, as he'd physically grab the orb and blew into it, letting it expand like a balloon, acting as a personal black hole, voiding and eating ever living being in its radius, turning the landscape into a mere wasteland. The pull from it was astronomical as well, just far and strong enough to instantly pull Bronx back in, forcing him to explode the rounds on himself to deter himself away from its strength, feeling the horizon already damaging his legs as he made such close encounters. He'd try to set up another shot, yet Harvard ran up to the Sniper, face-to-face, his spiraling eyes and goofy smile leaving a haunting image.
He's not normal. Not now, not before.