You cross swords with Vinnie, you expect to get puked on. Char mirrored Vinnie, shifting back into a smaller target, but it didn't do much good -- this wasn't quite the same vomit that Char remembered. This was watery, barely there, but the mere fumes alone stung his throat in a way that immediately told Char something was very wrong. The Flamethrower dissolved down into a fit of couhing, irregular wisps of smoke trailing out with each breath.

Good start there, runt. Barely even touched him, and you know that you're already poisoned.

Okay, whatever. So Vinnie's new bag of tricks wasn't limited to just Bulldoze. Big deal. This time'd be different. This time, he could take Vinnie. Char backed up, trying out an Air Slash -- partially because the fumes were thick enough that the deep breath that preceded a Flamethrower would be kinda stupid, partially in a thin attempt to get away from the miasma that he'd already inhaled far too much of.