As it turned out, Chris was talking to nothing but a wooden carving of Elvis. When he and his men looked up, they could see Elvis soaring through the air, wings on his back flapping rapidly and the machine under his arm. From his head, a rhinoceros beetle horn sprouted out proudly. "See ya, sucks to be ya! Woo hoo!" He zooms off towards the mountain range, the rezz machine in tow. Chrysler reverts her attention to the men holding her at gun point. Her other arm rips through her burqa and together she swung both her arms in the guards direction, a distinguishable "shlick" sound ringed through the air. After a brief moment's pause, Chris' guards dropped their guns... and their heads. Deciding it was time, she threw her burqa to the side. Her body was covered in ingrown green plates of armor, along with large barbs traced down the bottom of her arm. She also appeared to have a small metathorax poking out behind her. Two antennae on the top of her head shake and vibrate, feeling the air around her. "I think this fight has just started, young man."