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After circling the long terraced edges of the quarry RC had finally made it to the bottom where she decided to rest and try to catch some sleep. As she looked around she feared that she may have wasted her time coming down here because she had basically trapped herself inside but as she searched she came across some rusty old construction vehicles. She climbed into a large bulldozer and managed to force the heavy door open. She climbed into the large seat and began searching around. She opened compartments inside and found an old stale bag of chips which she immediately ripped open and started devouring. The seats in the hefty vehicle were comfortable enough as she laid out across them and dropped her shield to her side. Her shield fell onto the ancient control panel and just as she was starting to close her eyes the lights inside turned on blinding her for a moment as loud music blasted from the old sound system. The speakers had long ago been blown out causing the music to come out harshly as an old pop song by The Spice Girls screamed into her face. She desperately started pushing buttons and turning knobs on the dash board as the song rang out doing anything in her power to silence it. The buttons were all rusted to the point where she couldn’t even push them and the knobs fell off with a crack as she tried to turn them. She yelled out in frustration and started bashing her shield against the dashboard, praying for silence. After a minute the song ended and she breathed a sigh of relief which only lasted for a moment as The Spice Girls broke into a new jam immediately after. She yelled out and grabbed her shield. She leaped from the rusty vehicle trying her best to distance herself from the persistent pop music.

Balor was feeling ill. He regretted eating the bait worms earlier but he was so desperate at the time. Now his stomach was churning and he began sweating all over. His spirits were low when suddenly he heard a familiar song playing in the distance. Struck with curiosity he rose to his feet and headed off to find the source of those sweet jams. As he walked he began to recognize the songs and started to dance as he made his way towards it, the power of dance immediately made his nauseousness feel much better. He found himself at the edge of the quarry and looked down to see a lit up truck that was pumping out the beats. He looked at the edges and thought that it would take way too long to get down there by going the long way, he was ready to bust a move now. He skillfully jumped onto the steep slope and slid to the terrace below. Dirt and small rocks flew all over but that was hardly enough to keep him from a party. He continued to slide down the steep slopes as the terraces descended. With each step the music grew louder and the more he wanted to get to the bottom. After just a few short minutes he had descended all the way to the basin of the huge quarry. He spun around as the music echoed through the area completely encapsulating him in pure musical glee.

After a few minutes of dancing he noticed RC come into view, looking frazzled and distressed. He called out to her, “What’s wrong honey? Come dance with me,” as he moonwalked towards her. Driven to a point of extreme rage by the incessant music RC was having none of this. She held her shield over her head and charged toward Balor while letting out an Amazonian war cry. She swung the shield hard at him but he took a wide step and slid out of her path turning to face her as he bobbed his shoulders to the beat of the music. He held up his hands and motioned with his fingers for her to come at him again. She looked him in the eye and charged at him once again, this time swiping her shield across his midsection. The shield slammed into his stomach and he fell to his back.
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