Despite their large numbers, these enemies were proving to be somewhat underwhelming. They were incredibly weak, and Michael found that they went down to a few hits. The small brown ones dies nearly instantly, while the turtles had their shells taken off by his bullets. He focused on them and the large stacks of the brown ones, as they seemed to be the biggest threat. The fight turned further in their favor as more newcomers arrived to support them, a woman with rapid-fire crossbows, and another one that began dancing for some inexplicable reason. While he found it bizarre at first, the dancing seemed to fill him and others around him with strength, and he chalked it off as something that he would ask about later. He gave a chuckle in response to Blazermate's statement. [color=00aeef]"Yeah, these things aren't exactly the strongest, huh?"[/color]

From the corner of his eye, he could see what looked like more enemies approaching. Looking up, he was barely able to get out of the way as a hammer sped towards him. [color=00aeef]"Hammers? Seriously?"[/color] Stepping out of their line of sight, he took a moment to load another magazine into his Mini Uzi. As Bowser advanced, he moved steadily behind him. Popping out of cover, he took aim at a group of the hammer throwers standing on floating bricks. Looking through his red-dot sight, he focused, and time seemed to slow down for him. He fired several bursts from the Uzi, each one targeted at the creature's exposed faces. 
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