All of a sudden, the roar of an electric guitar zaps from deeper inside the Association. Tracing it to its source reveals Volume, who intended to sit back and rest, but decided that the dance battle was far too lukewarm for her to stand idle. Affronted, Mustang changes his opponent to her, a complete letdown for him, more up Volume's alley.

— Mustang: Only a heathen would bring a gun to a dance fight. (¬`‸´¬)

Volume twirls her tankard and aims right at Mustang with her flintlock revolver

— Volume: And only a moron would bring a dance to a gun fight. (•̀ᴗ•́ )

With a spirited shout, Mustang breaks into an even more complex dance than before. Gasping for air, he gestures for Volume to try and keep up...only for her to whip out a gun and shoot Mustang casually. Seeing him fall over in defeat, Volume began to taunt him for thinking that someone would follow his dance battle rules.

— Volume: Honey, you twirled right into a bullet. 💋

— Volume: News flash! I don’t do choreography — I do casualties. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Volume then glances at you, as if you're next