There's no ringing bell for hitting the right target, but that yelp lets Natsu know he sure hit something.

To be fair, there are a lot worse places than the gut to get pelted with a speeding ball, especially when you've got a bit of extra gut than average. This thought is of little consolation to Greg right now.

"Hooookay. Oorgh. That's fine. I'm fine. Aaaahahaoww..." He leans heavily into a post, dripping spilled soda. "Mmmghkhnicethrowghhh."