Mikey rolled out of a teen's bat blow clanging onto the floor, looking a bit more annoyed and inconvenienced than worried when he got back on his feet.

"Hey, hey time out!" He stuck the weapon in front of him.

"Did you or did you not get this from someone thematically purple?" At the device's wiggling, and one of the hooligans almost landing a swing on them again, Mikey just tightened his arm wrestle with it in turn.

"Sorry buddy, can't let you go that easy. No free hands though... Forgive me, little guy! You can get fixed later!"

And with that, Croix's machine gained the dubious honor of being used as a blunt weapon.

"Take that!"