Kisame was still grumbling about the MOLTEN SHIT ON HIS FACE thank you, but he reached out and caught Grayson's arm anyway. "Hold on," he said, brought his hands together.
"Oh, come oonnnn..." the clone whined. "I got shot last fucking night! Dude!"
"Get into the firing range. You're allowed to dodge, you whiny little shit!" Kisame snapped.
The clone made a big production of it, but it was ascertained that the big guns were off. Small ones too. The clone flipped them off and banished itself.
Kisame sighed, gave Grayson a pat on the shoulder. "Go help him."
Damn, he had a blister in the middle of his forehead now. OW.