"What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor?" Anthony had stopped his whistling and begun to sing as he reloaded his rifle with a new magazine, firing several more shots. "What do you do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning." Apophis opened its mouth as Pain crunched down on the snake and immediately disappeared, its appearance flashing back onto the sword. "Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol. Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol." Taking advantage of Pain in front of him distracted, Anthony aimed down and fired at the wolf. "Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol. Early in the morning." He cocked his head at Mason and continued onto the next verse. "Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver. Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver." The hunter ran at his sword and picked it up, sheathing it onto his belt. "Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver. Early in the morning." After firing several more times, Anthony ran to the nearest alleyway, the rest of the song echoing. "Way hey and up she rises. Way hey and up she rises. Way hey and up she rises. Early in the morning!"