His enemy's attack headed against Noiz had hit him full-force. It wasn't because Noiz hadn't thought up any kind of counter measurements or because this was his first Rhyme battle ever, though, but simply because Noiz had wanted to feel the pain this would cause him ever since he had heard of Rhyme's abilities to process backlashes due to the player receiving a hit.
It was a weird feeling, pretty unpleasant now that he thought about it. His hand had been burnt by the virtual fire of the attacking Allmate avatar and the 'pain' crept up his fingers, arm and up to his shoulder even due to the force of the hit. Noiz looked at his aching limb astonished, not saying a word. His eyes were torn open and a look of sheer disbelief that something like this could really happen to him was plastered on his face - though 'really' was relative, seeing that all of this was just an illusion created in ones mind.
Still… That was pain, right? Pain, like anybody else could feel it in their head at least.
What an odd kind of sensation.
A sensation… feeling…
Noiz lips slowly drew up to form a grin and first a short huff, than a series of chuckles escaped his throat until he laughed like a mad man. His enemy was irritated by Noiz' reaction but then gathered his wits and chose to attack Noiz again and again if he was not intelligent enough to put up any counter measurements against a direct hit to the player - it would be an easy win that way. Noiz just continued laughing while his HP dropped to zero in an instant, not minding his loss in the least. He had gained something far more valuable instead: An impression of what pain could feel like.