[h2]Maceroy Falthon[/h2]
'[b]Glad to offer it,[/b]' he replied to the towelled superhero as Blorb flailed his taco ingredients rather pathetically in his direction. Pff. As if a few globs of meat could hold him off. He'd fought Blorb many times before, and he had learned down to something of a science what his basic strategy was by now. More importantly, Blorb seemingly hadn't learned a thing about how either of his opponents preferred to fight.

'[b]You never did learn when to back down, Blorb,[/b]' Arete sighed, his right arm shifting into a bludgeon to whack aside the meaty tendrils as he rushed the meaty man... well, fatty, really. And as The Wet Towel made to distracted him with more towelling, he threw a punch at Blorb's torso. Just a normal punch, nothing fancy - but with the size and strength of his exoskeleton in play, it was sure to make quite an impact, as it always did.