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Slimy.  It was the only word Link could think to describe the tactile resonance of his middle finger at the moment.  He hurriedly wiped it dry on his jeans before taking in the sight of the aggressively approaching Muscle Squad.

[i]Weapons[/i], he thought as he analyzed their bludgeoning instruments from a distance.  His hands curled into fists once more, all except for his middle fingers which quickly grew in size, weight and thickness becoming comparable in proportion to the clubs welded by the bouncers.

While he wanted nothing more than to fearlessly stare down his pursuers as they approached, he forced himself to break his gaze and look toward Talia, if only to assess her situation in that moment.  She seemed aware of the imminent danger.

"Maybe we both dance this time," he loudly suggested with a crooked grin before turning back to the bouncers. "The thing is, I only know how to dance one way: Swing Dancing."  His grin grew wider as he lifted his finger-bats in the air.  "...cuz I'm about to swing these things..." he continued, the confidence quickly vanishing from his voice.  "...at their faces.  It's sort of a double entandr- you know what, forget it.  Let's fuck these guys up!"