And hit it did. Not that Surge even batted an eye when the flour came into contact with his skin. But still, that meant...

It. Was. On.

A grin grew upon the lieutenant's lips. "Oh ho. I see how it's going to be. You're trying to make a mess in your mom's kitchen. Really, you should know better by now. Allow me to fight on your mother's beneath and for the sake of a clean kitchen."

Grabbing a little bit of flour, Surge flicked it at the other man.