More cultists appear and join the fray, and a group of their newly-emboldened enemies tries to dogpile Tony. Tony waits a few seconds, and once he's got a sizable gaggle clambering on him, he activates the boot repulsors and launches into the air.
The result is exactly as hilarious as he'd hoped. His attackers, abruptly lacking a target, all tumble over themselves in an awkward, flailing knot. One screeching cultist manages to hang on to Tony's leg for a moment, but Tony shakes him off, and he falls back into the group, flattening two more cultists who had just managed to get up.
"Oh, did I mention?" Tony asks gleefully, as he hovers in the air above the cultists. "I've got boot jets."
Meanwhile, the arrows have forced Dante back down to ground level. Tony can't pass up the opportunity for a friendly taunt. "Need any help over there? It looks like they're putting up a little more resistance than pine trees."
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The result is exactly as hilarious as he'd hoped. His attackers, abruptly lacking a target, all tumble over themselves in an awkward, flailing knot. One screeching cultist manages to hang on to Tony's leg for a moment, but Tony shakes him off, and he falls back into the group, flattening two more cultists who had just managed to get up.
"Oh, did I mention?" Tony asks gleefully, as he hovers in the air above the cultists. "I've got boot jets."
Meanwhile, the arrows have forced Dante back down to ground level. Tony can't pass up the opportunity for a friendly taunt. "Need any help over there? It looks like they're putting up a little more resistance than pine trees."