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Manny could feel the bruises already forming from his beatdown but he refused to let the case go. But after a brief moment, it dawned on him that the beating suddenly stopped. Cautiously turning his head up from the floor, he looked up to see the form of the Jersey Devil. "Thanks." The two goons that Bob launched into one another towards a wall were on the ground writing in pain. One cradling his side as a rib bulged out from his flesh and made an obvious bump under the goon's shirt and the other holding his back while lying as flat as he could on the floor. The strong impact to the wall likely having compounded to an already existing back issue.

It seemed that they'd had dealt with the threats in the VIP area. Bucur too busy trying to prevent himself from bleeding out from the severe laceration Bob gave him. The goons unconscious or too injured to fight. And Façade himself opting to just keep down and hope that by staying down, he'd avoid another pummeling; going so far as to even shift his body to make false injuries and act in constant pain to make him even less of a target. But even if they'd secured the VIP area, the dance floor had the biggest threat the new CHAMPs had to face: an overdosed duster.

Manny looked to Bob from his prone position as he tried to stand back up. "Bo-Imean-Jersey Devil. I can handle securing these guys for arrest. You go help the Performer and Link out with the big guy. Be careful though, if things get bad you and the others get out of there ASAP, ok? As much as I hate the idea, if we can't stop him, we're gonna have to wait for the police to gun him down."

Down in the dance floor, Talia would land behind the counter with Link and see that the rock star hero was still in quite a daze from nearly getting shot and killed but, thankfully, still very much alive and well. Though it may not be the case soon. The overdosed thug began snatching seats and tables off the side of the dance floor and began throwing the projectiles at the hiding duo. With every thrown improvised projectile, the massive superhuman moved closer to where the two heroes hid behind. 

A chair hitting the displayed alcohol and showering the two with bits and pieces of sharp glass as well as an unearthly mixture of cheap booze and exotic spirits. If the two didn't do something, they'd be going toe to toe against an artificial superhuman that could easily maim or kill with his bare hands.