A large man grasps the shoulder of a smaller person, confidently announcing "Don't worry, the PROS are here now.

He broadens his shoulders and places his hands on his hips. "I might need 10% of my power for this fight" he says, staring down a shadowy lizard-man in the distance.

The would-hero has been torn apart, blood pouring from every orifice and several fresh punctures. The smaller character places their hands on their face in shock and begins weeping.

"Now that the socially inept weaboo can't save me, who will?"