Casey's got both sticks out now, defending himself from both sides. These guys are relentless unlike the Purple Dragons and they don't break like a Footbot. He can block one blow with his sticks crossed but has to keep another at bay with a kick which puts him off balance for the next blow...

He's knocked to the ground and attempts to roll away, only to be stopped in his tracks by a boot pinning his arm. Behind his mask, his eyes widen and the mooks prepare to beat him...