He hesitates. He had last time; he does so now as well. Points the gun at Doflamingo, puts his finger to the trigger, and can't bring himself to pull it. His hesitation is met with ice, and he's knocked backward to the ground by the impact of the fragments. Too familiar, but in this case the blow is not lethal even if it hurts like hell, and he stares wide-eyed up at the monster which rearranges itself before his eyes into Kuai.

A string clone? Kuai himself? He can't be sure, and he re-trains the weapon on the other man's face as he scoots backward to place his back to the building. The clones can't throw ice, surely, and neither could his brother.

"Kuai. What the hell is going on?" he growls, wincing at the scratch of the shards through his shirt before they begin to melt.