Luckily, Squalo's reflexes have gotten almost back to normal by now, but he still very narrowly avoids getting brained by the baseball. He catches it and stares at it for a moment. It feels extremely familiar --

He snaps around angrily, because that careless voice is goddamn familiar too, and growls. "A bit fucking late for that, don't you think?!"

...and then he does a double-take. Did that guy just shrink?