The two men stared each other down.
On one side, Spades Slick, Robotic arm and eyepatch, snazzy suit, and a fancy hat.
On the other, Jack Noir, A ragged spade on a red cloth hung around his neck. A ridiculous hat adorned his head, and tentacles and wings adorned his back and sides. A sword struck through his midsection. Dressed in a new suit just for such an occasion.
DANCE!
Oh hey sucka, said Spades, the stage switching to the gears of LoHaC, Lets see what you got. Classic time, the robot.
Remixed! he shouted, dancing to the grinding beat. Gyrating this way and that, his limbs matched the beats perfectly, the winding of the music box beating to the tune of the gears.
Winding down, he made a 'come get some' guesture to his counterpart.
Oh, poser you got nothing let me show you some good ol' jazz! he shouted, the landscape turning to the Land of Sax and Horns.
'ere we go now sound the horns you gonna get served! he said, Movin his body like a smooth criminal. Limbs and tentacles flailing this way and that, he danced to the tune, hat rolling across his arms, tossed at the other man, orbit the head, grab flip finish.
Oh yes, he said, punk you got
served.
Who's the winner? You decide. But forever will it be known that it was the most epic dance battle in the history of Derse.