The Charred Hun screams with rage, as his hands begin creation of a fresh set of projectiles. Roman peals the side door off the van, using it first as a shield from the incoming fireballs, and then as a weapon, flinging its remains at the Hun. The Hun veers left to avoid it, sending the damaged door past him and back downward to destroy the abandoned meet-and-greet table.

The Hun swoops down for a closer shot. Roman, taking advantage, leaps straight up and wraps his arms around the Hun’s mid-section. The Hun manages to stay airborne, pulling them both upwards. Roman swivels his hips and legs as if working a hula hoop, and the momentum causes the Hun to fly in an erratic fashion. With one hand holding tight onto the Hun’s metal tunic, Roman catches ahold of a passing street light pole, causing their flight to come to a lurching halt.

Roman uses the sudden stop to throw the Hun downward to splat onto the courtyard. Roman quickly spins down the light pole, jumping at the end to land on top of the Hun. Pinning him to the ground, Roman reaches for the Hun’s face. The Hun dodges, and Roman grabs a chuck of earth instead.

This failed attempt causes the Hun to laugh out loud, which enrages Roman. With both hands, he squeezes the Hun’s neck. The Hun sputters and gasps as his eyes roll back into his head. Just before it is too late, Roman snaps out of it and releases his choke hold.

Roman, pulling his hands up to his face, stares at the pus and goo now caked around his fingers. The Hun, weak yet arrogant, looks up with watery eyes and a creepy smile.