Amarok raised his shield long enough to block the missiles before firing off a grenade in Junior's direction, and then sprinted towards him, switching his arm to sword mode. A bloodthirsty grin spread across his face as the music blaring in his headphones switched to what he considered battle music: electric guitars screaming, while another strummed out a style similar to a Spanish guitar.

[Center]"[I]Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
It was love from above, that could save me from hell[/I]..."[/center]