Marco knew the exact set of circumstances that lead him to be roundhousing a blob monster in the face and laughing about it. He could follow the steps one by one like he was flowing through his attack.

Deflect the spear with the left hand – the ringmaster had shown who the fighters were.

Step forward with the right foot – the ringmaster had asked if there was anyone in the audience who wanted to take them on in a non-lethal two on two.

Slam his palm directly into the large purple breastplate that the creature word, denting it and sending the creature rolling away – he and Star, like the idiots they were had screamed that they wanted to kick the snot out of the blob monster and the centaur zombie.

Now here they were. No magic, it wasn't allowed. No real danger, all the weapons were blunted to the point where the worst that would happen would be broken bones. No turning back.

Star's booted foot slammed into his shoulder and she used him as a spring board for launching herself into the air. Like a delicate flower wielding a battle axe she fell from the sky as would her namesake and crumpled the blob monster's chest place and knocking the thing so hard that it stopped moving. The ringmaster called that it was unconscious and the pair took his word for it. They had other centaurs to butcher.

Don't let the word zombie put you at ease, the centaur zombie moved with lightning fast reflexes, parrying Star's attacks with it's lance while it blocked Marco with its shield. Moving in a near blur it kicked Star in the chest and sent her flying. Marco jumped on its exposed back but that turned out to be a bad idea.

Anticipating Marco's move it used the butt of the lance to jab Marco in the stomach. Winding him before bucking him off. Star was already up and throwing her battle axe at the centaur. She followed it up with the discarded spear and a flying kick. Marco tried to take the opportunity to trip the creature but it's difficult to trip a sentient quadruped.

The centaur used it's shield to block the incoming projectiles but Star used her momentum to somersault over the shield and land on it's back. Trying to pull the same trick twice it jabbed backwards with the butt of its lance. Star was already in the air, backflipping over its head. She grabbed the zombie by the hair and, using her momentum, brought her knee into its face with a satisfying and sickening crunch.

Blood poured from the zombie centaur's nose but it grinned at them with a manic intensity. The pair of them, sides pressed against each other, ready to fight grinned back with the same glint in their eyes.

Marco held up the staggering Star with a great effort and not a little of his own staggering. Zombies, it turned out, don't fall unconscious easily. Not even after eight or nine spinning kicks to the head. Human, and Mewmans, however, couldn't take more than two shield bashes to the skull without needing a bit of recovery time. Fortunately the Stray Sheep had healers on hand who knew actual healing magic and fixed them up to the point where they didn't wince with every breath. Didn't get whatever was in their system out though.

When they got back to the house they ended up sprawled in Star's room. Him on the floor, she had actually made it to the bed. Needless to say, Mrs. Diaz had some words for them when they awoke. They were not pretty words, and Star's hangover didn't help.