As Tiger’s axe swung down on Beast, but was stopped by his bayonet that extended from his gun hand. At such a close range, the Russian couldn’t get off a clean shot. The two exchanged blows, getting off only minor knicks. What Beast lacked in swordsmanship, he made up in raw strength, keeping Tiger at bay, or so he thought. While his brother kept the Beast occupied, Monkey crept up for a killing blow.

“I heard you were a word class fighter… But I see that your reputation was ill-gotten,” the Beast taunted his opponent. Tiger simply grinned, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking slightly behind his opponent to his approaching brother. Beast saw the tell, shifting to grab Monkey's pole axe with his normal hand, while he tried to ward off the renewed attacks of Tiger. With a twist, he broke the blade off of Monkey’s weapon, splintering the pole. In the same motion, Beast slashed at Tiger with his new weapon, forcing him to back up, which finally giving Beast enough room to make off a clean shot. Bullets went unanswered into the martial artist. 

“You shoulda been the Twelve Brothers in Kevlar,” the Beast roared at his dead opponent, laughing manically. 

Monkey used the opportunity to close back in to Beast, stabbing the brute with a small dagger. The Beast reached back, grabbing his attacker’s hand, and in one smooth motion, hefted the attacker high in the air. He landed in a heap across the battlefield, unmoving. 

“Anybody else?!”