Stage 3-4, 3-5 No Damage God Hand

"Stop right there, villain! The Mad Midget Five have come to stop your evil ways!" "...Okay? And what are you supposed to be, Super Sentai?" "Do you know how LITTLE that narrows it down?! Doesn't matter though, prepare your last snark as we shove these SMALL fists and LITTLE feet up your ass and down your throat! In that order!" "Sure thing. Why are you accentuating small and little, though? I don't know any witch hunter besides that loli with the metal arm who does that." "You must be referring to Knox! We have no relation to her, but our forces are equal to that of the SSVD!" "Hm. Guess I'll have to warn Olivia about you lot...not like she'd even bother fighting midgets like you folks." "HOW DARE YOU! WE'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THE GREAT SHIFT HAS COMETH! SHORT MEN ARE ALLLLL THE RAGE NOW!" "Only to domniatrix's just like the whore who hired you. Seriously, if you aren't the one wearing pants in the relationship: you belong in the kitchen." "Sexist pest! TASTE OUR COMBOS!" Gene dispatches the Witch Hunters, though he isn't one to begin with. "Damn! Formation Z! WE'RE ESCAPING! BE WARNED, GODHAND: WE WILL RETURN WITH RED TRUTHS THAT YOU CAN NEVER DENY!" They make their dashing escape, leaving our hero in a state of Rollin' by Limp Bizkit. "Well, the rage from getting scammed by that quote-unquote "sex school" has been appeased. Time to meet Shannon, then." He leaves a guy who's about to get mauled by Poison Chihuahua's to rot. Man, what an asshole!