As she looks at the red guardian before her, her mind raced back and forth. "These two nut balls are the left and right goons of the man we defeated, Grand Marshal Deaftone. The boombox is Ziphop, and the cowboy is Honky Tonk. They were tough, but where tougher." She charged at Honky Tonk. "Hey cactus brain, I got a bone to pick with you! You don't mess with my mountain accent!!!!" Left and right she punched and jabbed. Back and forth he lead her on.
"Ha, you're still just as weak as a horse without water. You call yourself country, I'll show you country!" He pulled out his guitar and hit her square in the jaw, sending her backwards. "Ahhhhh!! That hurt you nut! That's it, no more playing. SLICING CYMBALS!!!!!" Two green cymbals appeared like gauntlet - style shields on her wrists. "Time to cut you down to size."
Ziphop decided he wanted to play too, so he set his sights on the red guardian. "Let's dance red boy."
