Special Delivery from FentonWorks! (AKA. The BRAWL!)

[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come!"

You hear that bellow?  It's coming from the Door which has just swung open on a set of stairs.  At the top, you might glimpse bits of living room furnature...but not for long.  The view is quickly blocked by a large, orange object which barrels down the stairs and into Milliways.  As it skids to a stop, you can see it's a rather large, jumpsuit-clad human.  A very shocked, larged, jumpsuit-clad human.

He stares for a moment, wheels in his head audibly grinding.

"GALLOPING GHOSTS!  MADDIE!  THE LAB'S BEEN COMPROMISED!"

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[a1enzo]

"HEY!" cries Enzo as Bob is foamed. "You can't do that to him!"

Then, as Jack draws his arm back, his eyes widen... then narrow again as he lowers his head and charges at the human's ample stomach.

[passthefudge]

"OOOOFFFFFF!!"

That was the sound of every bit of air going out of Jack's lungs. He tumbles to the floor and rolls out of the way, gasping.

"Wha..." He catches sight of Enzo. "Ghost-kid! Another one!"

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob struggles to his feet, still covered in green goo. "Enzo, get out of here," he says, without taking his eyes off of the man in the orange jumpsuit. "Now."

[a1enzo]

Enzo doesn't move. What? The guy's still on the ground. "What did he shoot you with, anyway? Ew."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"I said MOVE!" Bob pushes Enzo into what he thinks is the closest relatively safe spot. Which happens to be under a nearby table.

Then he turns back to the man. "I don't know what your malfunction is," he says, "but this place has rules, and the first one is no violence. Put down your weapon or you'll regret it."

[passthefudge]

"Like I'd believe anything you had to say, you lying bundle of post-moral energy!" he snarls, stumbling back to his feet.

He reaches into his pockets and pulls out his Ghost Gauntlets.

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Sir, please. I don't want to have to do this..."

Jack may or may not notice that Bob's hands are starting to glow with yellow light.

[passthefudge]

He notices.

He just doesn't care. Ghost glow all sorts of pretty colors when attacking.

With a roar, he bounds across the intervening space, ghost gauntlets glowing green.

[mendanddefend_archive]

And at that exact moment, Bob thrusts his hands forward, projecting an energy field in front of himself. It's meant to knock the man backward harmlessly, nothing more... but whether it'll hold up against Fenton tech is anyone's guess.

[passthefudge]

Jack's glowing fist is the first thing to contact the field.

CLANGGGGGGGG!

He frowns...but keeps pounding at it. The shield bows and flickers with each ecto-powered pummel.

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob flinches a little at each punch. "I don't--" CLANG! "want--" CLANG! "to fight you!" CLANG! "if you'll just--" CLANG! "listen to--" CLANG!

[passthefudge]

Jack is now officially annoyed. How's he supposed to rip the ghost apart molocule by molocule if he can't reach him.

He pauses in the pummeling for a second.

"You know...your shoes are untied."

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob frowns in confusion.

"My shoes don't even have laces."

Unfortunately, his puzzlement makes him lose focus. The shield flickers--

[passthefudge]

"MADE YOU LOOK!"

And one final blow with all his strength behind it.

[mendanddefend_archive]

The shield disappears.

The Guardian goes flying.