And then he gets slimed and the slime promptly sets, immobilizing him for the rest of the battle in an awkward and painfully off-balance pose with his ring hand sticking uselessly, unguardedly into the air, and then Chat Noir has nothing to do but worry.

…And shout cues to Ladybug when anything useful is in the half of the battlefield he can see, and call Cataclysm when he hears footsteps he can't see—no one goes to dust, which, if he's right about whose footsteps those were, is a damn shame—and catch the pinback button Ladybug wings at his ring hand. But, you know, that's just him trying to be as little of a liability to her as possible.