“W-what the hell?” Peter gasped, “what the hell are you doing?” “I’ve been an idiot...” Art gasped, “Knave wouldn’t run away if it meant losing.... Sid wouldn’t run away.... Why the hell should I? Huh?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” the docking agent asked. “It means,” Art finished, grinning triumphantly, as he crouched down, placing the tips of his fingers on the floor, “that I’m gonna beat you old school.” “Old school-?” “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” Peter growled, quickly yanking out a knife and lunging for the Majin. “RAS!” “D’ARTAGNAN-SAN!” the grunts cried again, as several medics ran forward.