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The ball is in your court–the wind is in your favor! It’s time to topple this giant and <span class="mu-s">GET SOME DAMN SUGAR!</span> Volka, TT, you bark as you widen your stance, you READY!?
“You bet!” Answers the Skog with a cocky grin on her face!
“Uh-huh!” Tzah-Tzie nods, mischief gleaming in her eyes like candles!
Then let’s <span class="mu-s">DO</span> it! Rushing towards the last gang goon in perfect synchronization, you exchange one last glance with your comrades before putting the plan in motion! Striding over to Tzah-Tzie as she… wait, was she gonna try to trip the Moleg? Why is she over <span class="mu-i">here</span>!? Never mind… Snatching the girl up by her hood, you spin the surprisingly-light Spinner around like an Olympian throwing a hammer–the poor girl letting out a confuddled ‘<span class="mu-i">Nyyyyaaaaaa????</span>’ as you both approach terminal velocity!
Just…. <span class="mu-i">TRUST</span> me, you snarl, gritting your teeth before letting your pintsized payload fly! Your request seems to fall on deaf ears, however–the poor girl screams like a banshee that got into a tank of helium as she tumbles through the air like a squirrel falling off of a powerline!
Neither Volka nor the Moleg expected <span class="mu-i">that</span>--that’s plain to see in their eyes, at least. But while the Tzahpedo misses your target by a <span class="mu-i">massive</span> margin, the Skog barely manages to duck beneath the crying, flailing Durher as she lands with a splash in the water surrounding the docks!
Still distracted, Volka runs belly-first into one of the Moleg’s fists–the blow sending the Skog backwards with pain etched all over her face! By the time the red-eyed ruffian turns to face <span class="mu-i">you</span>, however, you’re already well on your way via the <span class="mu-s">DROPKICK EXPRES-</span>
Well, you <span class="mu-i">were</span>, anyways. Whirling around like a cross between a buff ballerina and a very angry <span class="mu-i">tornado</span>, the Moleg brings around the fist that knocked the wind out of Volka and delivers it directly to your arm! It kinda hurts, sure, but it could have been worse!
Yea, just kidding! A <span class="mu-i">wall</span> of stony chiton crashes into you with the force of a wrecking ball, prompting pain to pioneer brand new routes across your whole body! Westward Ho!
Needless to say, you go <span class="mu-i">soaring</span>. Half-flying, half-spinning like a top with a jet engine attached, you only fly for a few seconds before landing in a pile of heavy, but thankfully plush, sacks of sugar!
Wait, nope, they were barrels. Metal! Peeling yourself out of the Anton-shaped indent, you stagger to your feet as Squinty too regains his footing! Crud!
You’re back to dealing with two jerks again, and Tzah-Tzie’s busy taking swimming lessons! Two on Two–you’ve got this!
As both thugs move to capitalize on the dazed Skog, however, it dawns on you that you uh… you might <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> got this!
What do!?
>MORE KNIVES!
>Hamstring ‘em from behind!
>Try to knock them into the drink!
><span class="mu-r">BURN THE DOCK! IT’S NOT KILLING THEM!</span>
><span class="mu-r">OR JUST BURN THEM! DESPERATE TIMES!</span>
>Write-In!
