Even though Bulk Lad valiantly struggled to keep his guard up.  The numbers game started to stagger him.  Even though he kept his arms up he felt what felt like a million tiny hits that were all piling up on him quickly.  Leaving him having to put himself against a building to muster whatever little defense he could.  He was only used to fighting one guy at a time.  Not how ever many this Multiplus was throwing at him.  Making it impossible for him to even think straight let alone fight back.

Finally though Momentum and Captain Marvel stepped in, cleaning out the remaining clones and their original person.  Bulk Lad silently laid against the brick wall.  Feeling all those muscles deep within him aching and all the bruises on him welled up and making it hard for him to even breathe.  Finally he felt the trickling of something against his forehead.  Bringing a massive hand up he swiped his forehead and immediately saw red.  Blood, his own from a cut on the top of his head.  The faint metallic like smell coming quickly afterwards.  Almost like a bull, seeing his own plasma seemed to wake him up, making him furious.

Suddenly he felt Pano trying to hoist him back to his feet.  “Get off of me...”  Bulk Lad simply mumbled.  Though when it seemed like just when Pano was getting off of him.  Bulk Lad slowly got back to his own feet.  Immediately shoving Pano with a single stiff shove.  “GET OFF OF ME!”  He demanded as he wiped his uniform off with his still blood covered hands.  Feeling the red substance drip down off the tip of his nose even from behind the goggles his eyes clearly seethed with fury.  

“This is BULL SHIT!”  Bulk Lad screamed, stomping his large foot against the asphalt and kicking a fire hydrant which got launched well out of view.  Bulk Lad had prided himself on his abilities as a fighter in hypersu.  For him, all he just did was embarrass himself, though his shameful performance was now being followed up with even more shameful behavior.  Bulk Lad didn’t care, he was angry and needed to take it out on someone.  

Stopping for a moment Bulk Lad glared a hole through Captain Marvel.  Finally sighing in frustration as he stopped doing so.  Shaking his head Bulk Lad simply took off.  Planning on flying back to base, though at this rate just flying back to Glucona and pretending this entire thing didn’t happened seemed like as good an idea.  

As soon as Dai was back at the headquarters, he immediately pulled off the top of his costume.  Which quickly snapped back to its usual small size as it dangled off of Dai’s backside.  His body being exposed with its strange mix of flab and muscle.  As he pulled his goggles down, letting them hang off of his neck.  He let the blood drip from his head onto the floor, only to momentarily watch some drops go onto the palm of his hand to see if it was still flowing.  Dai shook his head in self-degust as he went to go find the medic area.