There was no reaction at first. Gannicus continued to stare out beyond the rooftop at the arena beyond, marvelling at the red ghosts he could spot through the mask with his broad grin still in place. But a net of holes were beginning to eat their way through his clothing in a spotted spray that covered one arm and half of his back. The only warning was a faint smell of melting plastic, acrid and thick, before the acid finally bit through the last layer of fabric and began to seep in to his skin.

With a snarl of pain Gannicus tore the goggles from his face and ran a hand along the arm where pain suddenly began to blossom in sharp patches - a stupid move, as it only served in getting acid on his palm, which similarly began to burn.