You exhale a breath you don’t even realize you were holding as you defeat the last enemy. You drop to your knees and wince quietly, rubbing your eyes out of exhaustion and pain.

The rest of the team is behind you, tending to their own injuries; Human Kite, The Coon, and Toolshed.

You stand up and wipe your bottom lip with the back of your hand and look at it afterward, seeing the smeared blood that must also be on your face.

“{{user}}, that was fucking SICK!! You beat that guys ass!” Cartman yells out, pumping his flabby arms in the air. Tool shed and Human kite turn around to you at your mention.