Max had been taking great pleasure in attempting to tear apart Yangus' face. So much so, he never saw the club coming. The lagomorph was blindsided and sent skidding a good few feet away, and he would've gone further had Sam not stopped him by placing his foot in the direction he was skidding in.

"You okay little buddy?" Sam asked, taking his foot of Max's head.

"Yeah, I've had worse," Max said casually, standing up and dusting himself off "but that was fun! Can we keep bugging this guy?"

"Well, it IS a fighting tournament," Sam remarked, withdrawing his Smith and Wesson and facing Yangus "and you DID just smack my little buddy upside the head."

"I think I'm gonna like it here." Max said cheerfully, pulling out his Glock from God knows where.

Meanwhile, The Spy watched the drama unfold before him. The BLU Team mercenary was always an opportunist outside his work-whatever side was winning, he would join. Since it seemed like this was a free for all, The Spy simply decided to jump in to help whoever was winning and get in their good graces.

'It takes a man of cunning,' The Spy thought, reaching for a new cigarette 'to vin a bloodbath, no?' Before he lit the cigarette to enjoy the show, he suddenly heard a low electrical hum. Thankful that his Cloaking Clock still had another two minutes before it needed to recharge, The Spy looked over his shoulder to see someone with the same idea he had-Sylux, who appeared to be keeping his eyes somewhere completely different. The Spy put away his cigarette, knowing that the smoke would likely give him away, and got an idea.

'I vill take out ze competition early...' He thought as he reached into his pocket and withdrew The Ambassador, figuring his pocket knife wouldn't be able to pierce the armor Sylux had, whatever it was. Sneaking through the tall grass, The Spy cocked his gun and put it up to the bounty hunter's head, prepared to pull the trigger...