Things get chaotic very quickly. The drugs that have the workers riled up has deprived them of their basic sense of human self-preservation, and given them the feral will of a cornered beast. The workers attack seemingly without concern for their own safety, and that makes them more dangerous than they would otherwise be. But the two groups clash, and the workers end up between a hammer and an anvil. Between the two forces, the workers fall, one by one. Marco's staff brought many down, as did the fists of Truth. The former was protected by his attire, but the latter was filled with the might of the ascended heroes, who looked with much favour upon his brave. The tines of a rake were turned aside from Truth's flesh by the glory of his brave.<br/><br/>Rayovac, Top Dog, the volunteer refugees, and all the rest give their all. Rayovac was struck in the side by a scythe, and it opened a red wound that saw his blood watering the soil. Top Dog fought hard, but without fervor. Even when a knife cut open his left cheek, Top Dog remained taciturn and issued no war cry. The refugees showed promise and prowess, dodging crude attacks and taking down their opponents with stiff-armed punches to the jaw. The Shephard Dogs bludgeoned from behind the workers occupied with opponents in front of them.<br/><br/>It was a brief exchange, and in the end, the workers were defeated. None were slain, but many were unconscious and those who were in no shape to fight. Several began to heave and then emptied the contents of their stomachs as they came down from their drug-induced fury.<br/><br/>"Truth . . ." Rayovac said weakly, holding his injured side. Blood flowed between his fingers, daubing his hand red with his fleeing lifeblood. It was a terrible wound, but not necessarily mortal.