His head throbbed with the force of a hundred-thousand hammers banging at his skull. As he lifted his head slightly from the cold ground, he saw blurry figures moving all towards two people.

Dancing?

No, he thought as the image cleared up. Fighting.

His eyes focused on the two people who seemed to be waltzing through their attackers.

Perhaps it is dancing.

As he stared, he found the two people very familiar. Finally, his mind clicked.

The Fowler sisters?

He watched in amazement as he saw the sisters gracefully knock down their opponents.

B-but! There were at least 9, 10, no, 15 of them!

I have to help-

Then, he saw the younger sister somersault twelve feet in the air.

And then he fainted.