<strong>Throckbottle ~ the Hockey game in the Dance Studio</strong><br/><br/>Throckbottle was still clutching the phone in one hand as he sucked air in thru the torn bag in the other. Three security had joined the melee. It was a mound of chaos. There were limbs and arms strewn like angry tentacles. Shouting and screaming from within the boiling mess.<br/><br/>One trainer lay unconscious on the door at the entrance where he had been tossed. Another was trying to crawl away from the pile but something had his foot.<br/><br/>“Bit leg of Fuck the Camel, Madforson!! I break dis one many bone now!” Moussad called out cheerfully from somewhere in the pile.<br/><br/>“God Dammit Evie, that’s my ass you’re bitin!! Bite the other ass!!” Vern growled as another body shot out of the pile and screamed thru the air just missing Throckbottle by inches.<br/><br/>Humphrey ducked in the nick of time and turned at the thwump to see a security uniform melt down the wall. It was then that a handful of more security lead by Shift Leader Penney peered inside.<br/><br/>Throckbottle looked frantically around for a place to hide.<br/><br/>Shift Leader Penney surveyed the dance studio. “Right!!”<br/><br/>He glanced over at the two limp bodies. The screams from the pile were all male. He turned to see the noncommital look in the eyes of his men.<br/><br/>“Well!!” Shift Leader Penney barked as he made a command decision.<br/><br/>“Let’s take care of the injured first!! Look lively!”<br/><br/>There was a general sense of urgency to grab unconscious limbs and dash out quickly. The injured had multiple hands taking them from the area.<br/><br/>Shift Leader Penney gave a last look at the scene as a foot disappeared beyond the door. His eyes meet Throckbottle‘s.<br/><br/>“We’ll be back with reinforcement. Possibly a water cannon and definitely bandaids!” then he was gone.<br/><br/>“Hit Camel shit again Madforson!!” Moussad howled as he pounded on someone trying to escape the crushing attack.<br/><br/>