She gets it, and he tenses, ready to go - and on three, he goes, aiming to be the biggest, loudest target he can be to give Mercy the chance to do some real damage.

Which means he yells at the top of his lungs and jumps for what passes for the things head, making himself look anywhere but the weird, disturbing Tony-likeness even as he swings the branch like a baseball bat and it connects with the stalk, making a sickening thunk.

At least he's still good at this kind of fighting, he thinks, winding up for another hit and trying to stay out of range of any flailing limbs or claws, and keep an eye on what Mercy's doing at the same time.