[Two pins were the only things he'd ever been able to use. Thankfully, though, he'd mastered them and that meant the droids were in for a world of hurt - flaming, fast paced hurt. But with only two pins, it meant the delay between them replenishing were too long. He relied on Rhyme and his skateboard to fill in the gaps, but there was only so much they could do and it was getting down to the wire.
He was sure they still had at least one of those dolls that Ribbons had given him before, but he wasn't sure. In all the chaos, he'd all but lost track of what they had and hadn't used.
Beat lets out a loud scream of frustration as he smashes his fist into another droid's face, pounding it repeatedly to force it to the ground even as it claws at him.]
We gonna make it, Rhyme! You just hold tight! I'll get us outta here!
this is going to be the end of me
He was sure they still had at least one of those dolls that Ribbons had given him before, but he wasn't sure. In all the chaos, he'd all but lost track of what they had and hadn't used.
Beat lets out a loud scream of frustration as he smashes his fist into another droid's face, pounding it repeatedly to force it to the ground even as it claws at him.]
We gonna make it, Rhyme! You just hold tight! I'll get us outta here!