The jungles of Austroasia can be rough. As for two clashing beasts out here, they know this to be true...
Surrounded by peaks and thick vegetation, the Baracus and Gatorella fight one another. They're both monstrous. They both pack a mean bite. Only one can win.
Or, CAN they?
Grappling one another, they roll down a hill. It's a very tall hill with a very gradual incline.
They fall over a cliff, and splash down into a lake. They both go under, still fighting. The Baracus is a panther; he absolutely HATES this...
Even worse, he's wearing many gold chains. Hence, he's sinking... He passes out.
Gatorella does him a favor, and saves him. He sinks his teeth into the Baracus's behind, swims to shore, and hauls him ashore. He then turns him over on his back, and starts doing chest compressions... Mules-forbid if Gatorella ends up giving the Baracus mouth-to-mouth...
It doesn't take long for the Baracus to wake. When he does, he bares his fangs, and resumes his dispute with Gatorella. (Scoff), now THERE'S one keen sense of justice, for you...
Across the sky, a winged crossbow flies. There's a squadron of them. It's got a bolt-shaped syringe loaded into it...
The Baracus has got Gatorella in a stranglehold. If DeJarro ever wanted to slay Gatorella, he should've sent the Baracus after it. And he would've. The only reason he never did is because the Baracus hates water. Alas, Gatorella should've never left the water...or learned to fly...or merged with Hannibal Tran...
Above, the crossbows have a target lock on the Baracus's rear end...about the spot where Gatorella bit him earlier. Like an eye, the sighting narrows...
On the crossbows' buttstocks, the acronym MURDOCK is printed...
"I PITY THE FOOL," the Baracus roars one last time, as he raises his great paw, and flexes his golden claws, to end Gatorella once and for all...
From above, the squadron fires. A battery of syringe/bolts flies downward/sideways, and turns a Baracus into a porcupine.
The Baracus freezes, and gapes. His golden claws slide back into his paw.
To help himself out, Gatorella breathes some fire. The Baracus yowls, leaps, and falls over, on his side. Here, he lies...and passes out. He should. He's about to undergo a transformation...
MURDOCK's just inoculated him with a human. As the hour passes, the new human/Baracus hybrid takes shape... (And no, the human isn't Dionysus... Dionysus was a god, not a human...)
He takes the form of a Persian man. Somehow, the gold chains remain around his neck, despite his shriveling. He's got tattoos on a lot of his body.
For one of the first times since his merger with Hannibal Tran, Gatorella resumes HIS human shape. Now, he looks like a blond English warrior. He's got a colonel eagle tattoo across his chest. He looks a bit young to be a full colonel... But then, don't you think he'd rather be?
Hannibal takes several steps away, and turns his back to the Baracus. It takes a while for the Baracus to wake...
While the Baracus hasn't necessarily fallen...there will be many witnesses, who sense that he has. And for that reason, all across Roman Austroasia, a rebellion, against DeJarro's regime, has just begun.