Filis circles wiseguy elf in his gladiator gear, like a pretty shark narrowing in on its lunch.

FILIS:
> *Dope*! We can only hope the *Cesspool elves* are as *stupid* as *you*! I'm going to *murder* you in ten seconds. *Put up a defense!* 10 -- 9 -- 8 -- 7 -- 6--

WISEGUY:
> Hey! Stand still! You're really making me have to *work* for that kiss!

Baughb goes through his to-do list while action happens off-panel.

WISEGUY (off-panel):
> Hey, wait! What are you --

SFX:
> CRACK! THWUP!

BAUGHB:
> *Oofa!*  I forgot to schedule the *medics*!

The other recruits watch in horror as wiseguy's fancy helmet tumbles through the air.

Baughb explains it all.

BAUGHB:
> As you men can see, the female knee can be a *formidable weapon* in its own right. But your most *important* weapon is *always* your *brain*.

WIMPY:
> Gulp!

SON:
> That was *awesome*! Can I put his head in my *bucket*?

WIMPY:
> N -- *no*, son. It's still *attached*. I *hope*.

BIFF:
> Darn! That went by way too fast. Let's look at that again -- in *slow motion*.