"Hohoholy shit bro. Holy shit." was all Ramsey managed to say when faced with K-Ton's admittedly excessive display of violence. K-Ton shrugged and responded with a shrug and a sadistic grin. Was it excessive? Yes, yes it was without a single doubt. But so was pulling David's heart out of his chest. K-Ton had a bone to pick, and if he had his way, he would've applied similarly torturous techniques to every single Beater he could get his hands on. The crew had always known K-Ton was good at getting information- most of them chocked it up to his casual way with words and look, but only the older members knew how good K-Ton was with a chair, rope, and trough of water. Unfortunately for K-Ton, he had nearly enough time nor equipment to sufficiently torture each member of the Beaters as he wanted to.

K-Ton watched as Ramsey wheeled away to begin a brawl of his own, K-Ton diving out from behind the crate as well to join the battle. Catching a pair of Beaters rounding on Alex and Dante, K-Ton drew his gun, only to growl in frustration as it refused to work. It was the same Psychic prick once again, fucking with their guns. The same prick that stopped them from shooting them as they killed David was now fucking with their weapons once again. K-Ton cracked his knuckles and began to approach the psychic, who was paired up with a beater with knuckles preparing to put the hurt on Alex and Dante. The psychic might've been able to fuck with guns, but how well could he deal with soundwaves? 

The question was ultimately left unanswered, as a swarm of wasps attacked the two beaters, and Ramsay popped out of nowhere to scuffle with the psychic before he was roughly pulled off by a third beater. K-Ton meanwhile was rounding on Mr. Knuckles, intending on helping the duo sort him out, all the while shattering eardrums with literal snaps of his fingers. He had just managed to approach the Mr. Knuckles when he was suddenly knocked off his feet. 

Hitting the cement with little air in his lungs, K-Ton recoiled, and clutched at his chest, where the force had hit him. There was no blood on his hands, so he knew he hadn't been shot, but above him he saw a Beater standing above him with what could only be described as the same sadistic grin he had given Ramsey just a little bit earlier. The irony of his current position was almost more painful then the current pain in his chest- almost. The beater pumped his fist in the air, jerking his elbow in K-Ton's direction, and K-Ton felt like someone had just elbowed him in the gut, eliciting a harsh exhale as the air was beaten out of his lungs. On the bright side, K-Ton now knew the beater had control over some sort of air/force/telepathy based manner of propelling force from one place to another, apparently most easily manifested in punching or kicking motions. 

"You fucking bastard." The beater spat, as he air-punched K-Ton int he gut again. "You're gonna pay for killing Kenny." 

"And I suppose you're blissfully unaware of the ridiculous pop-culture references you're making huh?" K-Ton spat, as he jerked his head to the side, dodging an air-punch to the face. The beater was standing over K-Ton, but wasn't straddling him, so K-Ton still had control of pretty much all of his limbs- apparently this Beater had been under the impression that since he could air-punch, grappling was no longer important. So it there was little difficulty for K-Ton to kick his foot upwards and crush the man's balls. Sending the man sprawling to the ground, K-Ton snapped his fingers, blowing out the man's ears as a flashbang erupted near his head.

As he finished off the beater, K-Ton was vaguely aware of Killroy shooting off a flare, signalling their one minute mark. That meant Ramsey and his gas-van would be rolling in really soon, which meant it was time to skedaddle. He saw Cass helping Alex and Dante up, and half-approached, half got ready to book it out of there.

"Yo Cass, Dante, Alex, lets get a move on!"