Washington and the Meta were tumbling around on the ground, and out of nowhere, the Warthog crashed straight into them both, and you could probably guess who was at the wheel...or maybe not.
"Take this, you dirty whores!" Donut yelled as he slammed into them at full speed in the Warthog, sending Washington flying, not literally, since he doesn't have wings, and falling to the ground at high speed. The Meta, who unsurprisingly caught the car in his teeth, which were the only part of his actual body showing, threw it backwards, into Washington.
"AH NOOOO!" Washington screamed as he ran away from the three ton assault vehicle flying towards him.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Agent Texas and Agent Carolina came at one side of the Warthog, drop kicked it, sending it, along with Donut, who regretted completely what he did, flying. Tucker sprinted up to the Meta, with his sword in his teeth, hoof-kicked him, then attempted to slash his neck, missed slightly, which got him head-butted into the air.
"Ah great." Tucker said while flying through the air. He landed, hard, on the roof of the inn, knocked out.
Grif, who had just remembered he could fly, flew up, faster than he wanted to, then flew by the Meta, grabbed him, flew into the air, with the Meta attempting to bite and hoof-punch him, and dropped him very high up. The Meta fell for a good 15 seconds, and met the ground, not with a thud, but with a shik gushing sound. It turned out that Tex had mathematically placed Tucker in the exact place where the Meta would land. But when the Meta landed on the sword, which was facing upwards in the upwards facing knocked-out-cold Tucker, he nearly killed Tucker.
"RAWWG RAWWR!" the Meta's final regrets were in those roars...
The end...For now.
