He connects with air, his feet stalling on the ground just above it, and he'll snap his head upwards at the almost graceful movements of this hippo. Well, besides the fact it looks like jello fighting him. Not to mention, he runs. He questions how fragile he is even with all that blubber.

"So it is sight then and concentration," he remarks, with a suddenly cheery face. "Tease. Show our friend a good time." Even low to the ground and weighed down as they are, they aren't harmless, and their little mouths open wide, dark matter gathering in their wake to unleash lines akin to lasers in its direction.

"Question!" he says in the middle of the fight, "Male or female?" As if he can't tell.