Palewalker tricks the braying Hulk in a way even Clown-Matador would be proud of, avoiding the main attack and only getting scathed by a few kicked up rocks.
Crystalline Riptail likewise finds confidence in her recharged health, no longer at the brink of death. The Boom-Boxer's cheap shot came as a surprise, but prepared her to catch Tango's bloodied disco ball fist that just creamed Bratman into a chunky paste. Unfortunately, her mind is not as strong as her body, and she nearly goes insane trying to keep up with the latest Dance fads in Port Polka.
The Bard didn't have such luck with Supreme Commander Tango's physical assault, instead focusing on successfully turning away the madman's aural assault. He looks upon Crystalline Riptail with pity.
We are weary...
Until we re-evaluate the situation, and reinvigorate!!
The goons are barely standing, let alone Dancing anymore.
Tango's now-sparking built-in speakers start skipping and cutting out. It's still so inappropriately loud that the blips of silence cause echoes which join with the music's volume to cut through our dried blood-sealed ears and make our brains bounce in our skulls like basketballs.
Let's end this.
It would seem Tango's head is all but on the chopping block.
youtube.com/watch?v=FOWf8uqGf8A>Finish what you started! Kill them all, no survivors! 