Luckily, Kiryu wasn't what Chronos was diving for. With him out of the way, Chronos's hand was able to come in contact with the detonator; he was careful not to grab for the area where the buttons lay, instead pressing his palm flat to the side to watch it deteriorate under his touch. Hopefully.

He grit his teeth, muscles clenching preemptively, expecting a tackle — or a grab, something.