Well, at least he didn't decide to switch to dubstep. Thank god for small favors. Fixing the kid with a glare-- god forbid he decide to make this stupid dance battle classy or anything-- Wade foregoes the flamenco for now and segues into an absolutely vicious pop and lock, allowing Guzma's admittedly passable beatboxing to take him through the motions. A slime suddenly lunges toward him; Wade drops into a roll away from it, twisting his body into a tight air flare while lashing out with his sword arm to bisect whatever slimes are in his reach.

Wade keeps up his momentum, twisting around and around on his forearms, a veritable whirlwind of red and black fabric and steel, dodging the slimes' advances while slicing and dicing any poor blobs that are unlucky enough to be within stabbing range. Impressed yet, Guzma? It only took him a few tries to perfect this move, and he's only cut his limbs off three times in the process.