<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah SHIT! ... ... Mother-fuck ... ... Fucking bitch! ... ... Asshole! ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Potty-mouth much?"</strong>the jaunty speedster opined.<br/><br/><strong>"There are ladies present, jerk!  <em>Manners!</em>"</strong><br/><br/><em>'What a rude cock-sucker,'</em>J.D. thought to himself.<br/><br/>He was feeling a little saucy since his attacks had proven somewhat fruitful; the tide seemed to be turning in the fight.  Still, he wasn't sure it was a good thing that this one bad guy was taking so long for all four of them to take out.  Then he reminded himself that the Defenders had supposedly had trouble with him too.<em>'Shit, wonder if the Hulkster or Doctor Strange went up against him ... I gotta look into that when we get home,'</em>he decided.  Beating a villian who had given such heavyweights difficulty would count for major cred points, the teenager figured.<br/><br/>Thinking and moving faster than normal made it easier to sneak in random musings of this sort, in between actually making himself useful.  While the others were piling on the abuse and improvising ways to separate Muddy from the ground, Happy Trails decided to help out with that task in proper speedster style.  A few yards back from the present position of the brawl, he began covering the earth with anything and everything he could get his hands on that wasn't dirt:  leaves, sticks, rocks, ground foliage of every kind, even baby trees that could be uprooted quickly.  He took Voltaje's advice and went for a larger area this time.  It didn't take him long to build a little carpeted field about the size of a tennis court for the others to play on.<br/><br/>Getting the guy over there, though, was up to somebody else.  Happy stood by with his handy homemade hand-shovels, ready to start scattering the monster's mass again, assuming the others took the hint and moved the Elemental onto the carpet again.<br/><br/>Athena seemed intent on physically suspending the creature in the air and holding him there where he couldn't replenish himself, perhaps with Janet's assistance.  That alternative approach had a certain charm ... J.D. would still be glad to resume shoveling away his mucky hide.<em>'Of course, in that case, I'd have to climb up the body of whoever was holding him ... claw my way slowly up their slippery curves ... maybe perch on their shoulders, piggyback-style -- hang on with my lower body while digging away at Muddy over their head ... sure, I could probably get a real good leg-lock around Athena's face -- er, head ... or upper body ... a good ... tight ... </em>hard<em> hold ... wouldn't want to get knocked loose, of course, gotta be safe about these things ... heck, even Janet would be alright, I'd make do ...'  </em><br/><br/>He decided not to get his hopes up until he saw what the others would try.