Awaser decides to put his social studies experience to use, and pulls out the biggest social studies textbook he has on hand, slamming it into the ground with enough force to cause a minor moonquake, sending Picardia off-balance. The moment his foe stumbles, Awaser pulls out Symphony Soldier and blasts Picardia point-blank, sending him flying straight through an open window into the cold void of space.
"What the hell? What just happened?!" demands a member of the Oligarchy, as scrambling efforts are made to find a new opponent for Awaser. "This is supposed to be an execution, we can't afford to let this guy stick around just because he won!"
"Sir, we only have so many people at our disposal on-site. Maybe we should use some of the fossil fuels to create an execution beast!" exclaims another Oligarchy member, and the rest murmur in agreement, since the one thing they're all very good at is wasting fossil fuels unnecessarily.
Terrtle receives an order to head to the ossilF room, and he brings several buckets full of fossil fuels to the fossil fuel to creature conversion site, which is just a ritual circle set up hastily in the Oligarchy's meeting room. Terrtle splashes the good stuff straight into the center of the circle, and the fuel manifests into Oilspill Stage 1, who is scooped back into a bucket. Terrtle is then sent to deploy Oilspill into the arena, while Awaser is still preoccupied trying to get a signal on his phone. Terrtle dumps the bucket into the arena and retreats to safety, and Oilspill makes a nasty grin at Awaser. Awaser shoots Oilspill the moment he notices the liquidy mass, but all this does is splash oil onto him, not harming the beast in the slightest. Awaser thinks back to his social skills, and the fact that oil is made from dinosaurs, and speaks in an ancient dinosaurian tongue to try and commune with the monster. Unfortunately, Oilspill Stage 1 is too far gone from its dinosaurian roots, and the speech is completely ineffective. Oilspill forms a fist and punches Awaser in the shin, toppling the dinosaur to the ground with a thud. Awaser observes his surroundings for anything of use. All that he can see in the arena is the bucket from whence Oilspill was deployed, and the bones of former fighters in the arena. The bucket seems to be the logical weapon here, but Oilspill is valiantly defending its position. Awaser looks at the bones once more, and, not wanting to join their ranks, begins attempting to assemble them into some sort of weapon. The best he can manage is a skull precariously attached to a longer bone, which has decent bludgeoning potential. Awaser gets back to his feet and swipes at Oilspill with this makeshift weapon, splattering Oilspill enough to make the path to the bucket undefended. The moment he obtains the bucket, Awaser is able to use point and click mechanics to contain Oilspill inside of the bucket in a matter of seconds, and he then ejects the bucket through the same window out of which he blasted Picardia. Oilspill snarls and sneers as it spills out into space and freezes, and the Oligarchy once again falls into panic and disarray, sending a distress signal to the planet for any professional dinosaur killers to come to their aid.
A hefty man with a t-rex head mounted above his armchair receives this signal, and looks at it, a smile crossing his face. This man is named Gustavo Carrion, but to most he is simply "The Oilizer". His hatred for dino-kind is nigh unmatched, and he has taken down some of the largest dinosaurs ever to challenge him. The Oilizer readies his gear, and sets off to the Death Moon to confront this foe.
As Awaser looks for a means of escape to the arena that doesn't involve jumping into space, the Oilizer clears his throat to draw Awaser's attention towards him. Awaser turns around with a gulp, as the one he immediately recognizes as top dino-slayer "The Oilizer" stands before him, his dinosaur to fossil fuel conversion weapon in hand (which is also known as "The Oilizer"). The Oilizer lets out a triumphant battle cry and charges towards Awaser, who yelps and drops to the ground, covering his head and eyes. The Oilizer, accustomed to very violent and aggressive dinosaurs, had not considered this course of action, and he trips over Awaser, tumbling out of the window through which Awaser was gazing and screaming as he falls all the way down to the planet below.
"We're running out of options here, this is really bad. What do we do?!" The Oligarchy continues to be restless as yet another plan has failed.
"Hang on, hear me out." begins the same turtle who suggested the creation of Oilspill. "That Terrtle guy…we all know he's not really a turtle, right? Like, he's clearly just a guy in a costume. So why don't we just send him to deal with the dinosaur?"
"Good idea. I'll call him immediately."
The moment Terrtle steps back into the room, the trapdoor opens beneath his feet, and he plummets back into the arena, this time within the fighting grounds. Terrtle meets eyes with Awaser as the dinosaur stands back up, and removes his helmet, cracking his neck to show that he clearly means business. Awaser trembles in fear, recognizing Terrtle from his previous encounters. Terrtle brings out his Stand, which is coincidentally named Death Moon, causing the area to be illuminated by a dark red glow, with thick impenetrable shadows cast throughout the area, drastically decreasing visibility. Awaser panics and begins spraying and praying shots from Symphony Soldier every which way, trying to shoot Terrtle without seeing him. After this goes on for a little bit, Awaser feels a sharp jab in the back of his leg, and once again topples to the floor.
"Heh, I bet you were expecting this to be easy! I knew you, would assume, that." Terrtle says in a badass tone. "You're going down like a down moon!"
"YOWCH! That really hurt!" Awaser whines, still on the ground.
"Really? Come on, get back up, I have so much more in store for this battle! You can't go down from the first hit like that!" Terrtle scowls, though this scowl is not visible due to the effects of Death Moon. Awaser continues rocking back and forth on the ground in agony, and Terrtle grows frustrated with his foe's incompetence, disabling the effects of Death Moon. "If you are not going to battle, then why do you stay here in the arena?!"
"Becauthe I don't really…have a way out!" Awaser grimaces.
"Ah, I see. Yeah, the Oligarchy is a tough bunch, alright. I'm only here because they won't let me leave." Terrtle states, crossing his arms.
"Well, maybe we could take them if we work together! You stheem pretty thtrong, and they mustht be running out of pawns if they sthent you here!" Awaser stammers, the pain in his leg slowly fading.
"How do I know I can trust you?" Terrtle demands. Awaser responds by simply dropping Symphony Soldier on the ground and raising his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
"I guess that settles it, then. Are we doing this?" Terrtle takes off the rest of his bulky costume, revealing a matching shirt and pants underneath. Awaser nods in agreement, and Terrtle leads him towards the secret vent, as the Oligarchy prepares to launch the entire arena into space as a last resort to get rid of Awaser. Terrtle flips the lid of the secret vent, and he and Awaser jump into the surprisingly spacious space within and begin making their way through. Just as Terrtle and Awaser approach the end of the vent, the arena detaches from the main body of the Death Moon, leaving Terrtle and Awaser stuck with the air being sucked out through the hole behind them. Awaser and Terrtle scramble towards the vent exit, but the no air is catching up to them fast.
"Hey, big guy, can you use that little gun of yours to explode us out of here?" Terrtle asks, and Awaser thinks for a moment, before nodding. "Then do that, por favor."
Awaser brings Symphony Soldier into his hands, and charges it up by squeezing the trigger, before unleashing the blast, sending Awaser and Terrtle flying from the recoil, with enough force that they escape from the vent before they can be sucked out. Terrtle and Awaser watch through the vent grate as the detached arena crashes down to the planet, landing directly on top of the Oilizer.
"Alright, well that's behind us now, quite literally. Only one more problem. We need to get out of here, without being spotted by the Oligarchy. We need them to think we're dead."
"Well, I justht walked up here. You think we can go out that way without being notithed?" Awaser ponders.
"Could definitely hurt to try, but I don't have any other ideas. Lead the way."
Awaser moves as stealthily as he can manage as he guides Terrtle through several suspiciously-quiet corridors, with no signs of any turtles anywhere. Eventually, Awaser and Terrtle arrive at the exit without incident, but the moment they step outside, they find that all of the Death Moon's exterior weapons are trained on them. Terrtle and Awaser freeze in place, both realizing that they definitely cannot compete with this weaponry.
"What do we do now, just give ourselves up and get captured again?" Terrtle whispers to Awaser.
"No, I don't think so." Awaser breathes deeply, trying to keep his cool. "Those are sthome pretty big guns they're using, I'll bet they don't want to risk damaging their moon with them. They must be waiting until we're farther away to fire them."
"How does that help us? We can't teleport, and we can't stay here. We'll have to pass through that range if we want to get to the ground."
"I can try to blast us again. If I charge it enough, we can maybe get out of the range before they can re-aim and fire. I dunno if we can thurvive the impact, though."
"You could charge up another shot while we fall, and use it to counter the first one. It's better than nothing."
Awaser nods, and both he and Terrtle gulp as they look at the distance between the Death Moon and the ground below. Without allowing himself to dwell on it too much, Awaser begins charging up Symphony Soldier, and Terrtle takes hold of it as well before Awaser releases the stored power, sending the duo rocketing out from the Death Moon. Sure enough, the weapons try to keep aim on Awaser and Terrtle, but the two are moving too fast, and by the time the weapons fire off, the two escapees have exited their effective range, and are able to avoid the onslaught of attacks. Terrtle falls unconscious due to his crippling fear of reentry, but Awaser keeps his wits about him, charging up another blast as the ground gets closer and closer. Awaser unleashes the stored energy again, slowing the fall significantly with only about nine feet left to spare before impact. Terrtle and Awaser make contact with the ground, landing with a satisfying sound as both are left sprawled unconscious on the beach.