[color=silver][b]"Oh come on!"[/b][/color] The Silver Streaker yelled.

The giant was still taking hardly any damage, despite taking an entire car to the leg. The Streaker's own shot had dealt some damage, but it wasn't enough to blind the eye. He was still on the eye, and he began furiously beating it with his legs, determined to bring the giant's vision down. The giant's eyelid was closed, however, making his assault pointless. Nevertheless, the Silver Streaker continued beating on it in hopes of at least diverting the giant's attention. Perhaps he could attract its attacks for a little while.

"Fire!"

A sudden shout made the Streaker's head whip around to see a volley of various projectiles sailing towards him. He wasted no time in jumping onto a nearby rooftop as the scene was flooded by players of various classes and appearances, all in some way fighting the large dissolution. Even on the rooftop he was jumping onto, several melee players jumped onto the monster from there and started hacking away. As the Streaker landed, he was healed by several sources and various buffs appeared.

[color=silver][b]"Wow."[/b][/color] The Streaker said, studying the buff effects. 

Sanctuary for resilience and empowerment for damage. The Streaker was mostly a solo player with looks shunned by society, so he usually never received buffs. This was the first time he'd been buffed, and he was quite moved.

[color=silver][b]"I don't know who you guys are, but thanks!"[/b][/color] He yelled.

On closer inspection, empowerment would only last for 1 attack. This brought an instant quandary as the Streaker decided what attack to use.

[color=silver][b][i]Shining uppercut? Glorious as that may be, I don't have a clear place to put it.[/i][/b][/color] He thought as the battle raged. [color=silver][b][i]Should I go for another kick?[/i][/b][/color]

Tim stared up at the dissolution as he wondered. Its eye was open now, likely because it needed both eyes to track all of the attackers. As Tim mulled over all of his martial arts techniques, he stood there in a thinking pose, wondering what to do. The Streaker suddenly relaxed, before snapping up with a sudden exclamation.

[color=silver][b]"Screw it!"[/b][/color] He yelled.

Before he could make up his mind, Tim abandoned his thoughts and began sprinting across the rooftop, tensing his legs before he got to the edge. The Streaker simultaneously jumped and used silver dash to rocket skywards.

[color=silver][b][i]If I can't make up my mind, I'll just let my body do its thing.[/i][/b][/color] He thought.

It seemed that he'd launched himself towards the giant's face. If he thought about it, Tim would realise that he was a little pissed that his attack did hardly anything, and he found himself drawing his arm back in preparation for the strike. Tim hadn't really made a conscious decision to perform a flying punch, but it seemed appropriate. He opened his mouth instinctively, perhaps to give his improvised move a name, but all that came out was a defiant battlecry.

[color=silver][b]"HAAAAAAAAAA!"[/b][/color] He yelled.

The Streaker's body drove Tim to jump, and the Streaker's arm drove the fist home, straight into the giant's eye.