[Oh, holy shit, Yu really shouldn't be walking on that, like, at all. A little sick himself with empathy, Chatterclock spares a bit more magic to ease the pain again and wishes he could be just a little more useful.]

Oh, that? Just time stuff. It's kind of my thing.

[He's not even trying to sell this false modesty. It is janky, two-bit, counterfeit trash, and he loves it. Come on. He knows power over one of the fabrics of the universe is rad as hell.]

I know most people experience time as a sort of unchangeable grind from second to second, but really it's more malleable than you think? So I can speed it up or slow it down for a localized target.

[He'd show off, but he should probably conserve what energy he has left. Never know what'll jump them, and they can't really afford more tough fights like that.]

I just sped it up for the Hellbull slightly more than average, is all.