Fog's eyes grew to the size of those of a fawn before headlights. To Fog the sight of this new form must appear the same as 120 tons of paper bills in a poor man's eyes.
"He released himself!" thought Fog joyfully to himself "How should I attack!? What should I SAY!?"
As the arrancar's attack flew in the nervous Fog's dirrection. Fog struck his pose he took before his previous attack quickly and blocked the spear with his left arm. Not knowing if his arm would survive the attack, Fog simply wished to test the shot. If the blast ripped his arm to pieces, or near it, Fog would be completely overcome with the glee of the moment and would intensify his method. If the attack vanished Fog would let out a sigh but continue the fight anyway, although with less joy.
"Radical move!" Fog shouted to his playmate. "That sounded kick-ass! Way to start a fantastic game!" approved Fog in his head. Fog figured the fight had truely begun and he needed to a phrase to signify its start.