His eyes gained a faint red glow as he felt his anger start boiling. He made a move to hit the masked guy but was intercepted by the person's goons. It was on from there as he started to fight through the seemingly endless number of guys with kicks, punches, throws, and, in a number of cases, a chokeslam or two. He was in a zone as he was a blur of attacks, sending guys tumbling left and right. Feeling alive for the first time in a while, he was actually having fun.<br/><br/>"Talk about a hell of a party." He said with a laugh, somehow getting a guy stuck up in the stagelighting rig with a sweep kick, "Hope you guys have enough to cover this."<br/><br/>He noticed the crowd was thinning out now but they were still coming strong. By now, he was tiring out too. If he didn't end this soon, he'd be in in worse trouble. His body was sore and screaming in protest. He kept fighting though as he had to help Starfire.<br/><br/>"Having fun, guys?" He said, sending a guy sailing over over the ring leaders head, "Next time, buy your own damn tickets!!"<br/><br/>The last guy he encountered was DDTed into the stage floor. He stood up and turned toward the ring leader. His irises were solid red now as he got close enough to swing a punch. As he pulled back to swing, he felt a dart hit him in the neck. Staggering as an anesthetic entered his blood stream, he made a decent punch/swipe at the leader's head. His fist caught the mask as he started losing consciousness. The last thing he saw was the leader unmasked face, something that burned itself into his memory.