Amanuel looked cool. There was not much of an audience, but the Maelstrom knew, and that particular moment of cool was forever etched upon it. In years to follow, others would open their brains, and when inspiration was needed or fuckery happened, the actions of Amanuel were there.<br/><br/>Things go well for the Buitres. Their mobility ensures that they give worse than they get, but there is still pain to take. The divided nature of the conflict seemed as though the bikers and the clowns were fighting on a roughly even footing, but the bikers edged out ahead in the end. Clowns go down in limp heaps of red gore: not all of them die, but those that go down are not going to be getting up under their own power any time soon, and of those many will bleed out if they do not receive serious attention from someone who knows how to put broken people back together again. The Buitres do not seem at all inclined to let any of that happen. Luckily, Rez has enforced her will and the blood-hungry gangers do not stop to torment downed prey but continue to maim and kill.<br/><br/>But there are injuries, serious injuries, inflicted upon the Buitres: Newt took a whip of barbed wire to the left side of his face, and the loose skin is flapping bloodily in the air. To his credit, he is fighting through the pain and still managing to inflict grievous bodily harm upon the clowns. Buttercup had about half a dozen knives stuck in him, but that did not stop him, or even slow him much, either. But that was the serious shit, and nothing else had been inflicted upon the Buitres that would not heal up in a day or two.<br/><br/>The clowns were broken, though. They lacked a leader to coordinate them and keep them from fracturing, so those that could bolted from the fight. Mindful of the big gun that had ruined everything for them, the clowns ran in a serpentine pattern, and did not clump together. The latter was more due to their numbers being widespread than any conscious decisions on their part. Less than a dozen of the clowns fled; there were still some alive but they lay, moaning in agony. A few had enough fight in them to try and crawl away, but it was so hard to drag yourself away when you had not only to pull useless legs, but all that viscera! Intestines belonged inside the body, after all, not tangled up and catching on every outcropping!<br/><br/>The trucks were Rez's. Damaged, of course, and doused in clown blood, but they were hers. Q had helped, in his own particular way.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ebb: Amanuel looks like the coolest guy. This is canon. It happened.<br/><br/>SGTDan: I am not super sure what Q did to help, but that was also a thing that happened and contributed to many clowns getting their shit wrecked. You may or may not be proud, at your own discretion.<br/><br/>And I'm just going to shove the battle clock to 12:00 and OVER, with the battle result being a one-sided massacre of the clown posse.</div></div>