The battle was brutal, taxing both physically and mentally, even for an enhanced scrapper like El Sasquatcho. The burly Luchador and his stalwart comrades-in-arms had their work cut out for them. A mind-warped former Titan with enough raw physical power remove the ceiling from a fortified safehouse was in their midst, and with all the powers of the assembled Titans at their disposal, the team's hairy protagonist went after her with an improvised bludgeon of re-bar and concrete. 

The DJ remixed music of the 1980's kept thumping through the speakers, miraculous by noting that, while everything around them was trashed (lamentably even the microwave, by El Sasquatcho's actions), the sound system was in perfect working order. Despite the pounding bass of RELAX sounding among them, El Sasquatcho heard a booming voice overhead, belonging to a descending, red haired blur with a curious looking eighty pound bitchhammer, bellowing, [color=red]"CALCIUM!"[/color]

El Sasquatcho paused mid-swing and tilted his head upward, an incredulous look somehow noticeable through his armored mask as he listened to what he misunderstood to be the [i]worst battlecry ever[/i]. [b]"Calcium? For serious?"[/b]

He looked back to his opponent, shrugged, and continued his assault.