Mousse continued to glare at the staff that surrounded him and produced his glasses from up a sleeve. He wasn't going to make the same mistake he had last night again-- he needed to be certain of his opponents if he chose to attack.

He still had that pipe and the pens...

But would an attack now really be the best course of action? It limited the mobility of the staff and the speed of reinforcements, but at the same time, it limited where he could do as well and he was handicapped.

Damn it all.

But he had to get back to Shampoo! Even if time was stopped, even if she wasn't really about to get married to Ranma, even if she was happier with him gone, he had to! He clenched his left hand into a fist.

"I must get back to Shampoo. I can't stay here either."