For a moment, you lash out against the incoming swarm of opponents. But there's too many of them. You are like an ant struggling against the tide. It quickly becomes clear that you're fighting a losing battle. All your work will be rendered for nothing.
There's only one thing you can do. Hit the buzzer and end your turn.
But that doesn't mean you can't take them down with you.
Your right hand reaches for the back of your bandanna, only to find your maid headdress instead. Ah. Right. That should work too.
In an instant, half a dozen spinning headdresses fly from your hand, followed by another half dozen from the other. Their targets: the nearest buzzers.
The maids ignore the headdresses as they pass by them. You grin maliciously as you watch them seek out the buzzers. Only for the headdresses to all veer off course just before reaching their targets.
For a moment, you're dumbstruck. And then you realize what just happened. It seems obvious in hindsight. You've been using your bandanna as a projectile for years. The specifics of aiming and throwing it are carved deep into your muscle memory.
You've been wearing this headdress for about 20 minutes. It's shaped differently and is less aerodynamic.
A single buzzer sounds: your own, having been close enough that you hit it despite the difference between your bandanna and the headdress.
Nevertheless, the maids take the sound like a slap in the face. For an instant, they all freeze in place, before collectively turning toward their own buzzers. At which point they let out a collective sigh of relief at the sight of your headdresses lying nearby, but not on, their buzzers.
Still, it seems like you gave them a bit of a wake-up call, as they swiftly begin retreating to their respective areas. You let out a grunt of frustration as the maids begin cleaning their own areas (and in several cases, looking for their missing trash cans, which Ranma seems to have been collecting while everyone was distracted). Still, there's nothing you can do but wait out the last 30 seconds or so of the contest.
...Well, you suppose there is one thing.
[] BAKUSAI TENKETSU! RANDOM EXPLOSION TOTALLY ISN'T YOUR FAULT!
[] No, lose with dignity.
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