The El Camino roared into the scene of the skirmish and squealed to a halt, headlights pointing in the direction where their missing comrade was last spotted. The joyous luchador spoke into his comm, at first to their elder chaperon, and then to the rest of the team. 

"[b]El Sasquatcho is rogering that, Senor Wildcat. We will be on this creature, like a fat niño on a cupcake! TEAM, one of us needs to find Argonaut! If we can't drive him from the sky, Leviathan, can you toss El Sasquatcho?[/b]"

The furry Hero ran within speaking range of the fused brothers, nodding with team affirmation. A piece of misplaced humor flowed (almost) unbidden from his mouth, regarding the nearby Leviathan. 

"[b]So, eh... which one of you works the legs?[/b]"