Jester was having a difficult time fighting the saints. Even with his enhanced strengths, three saints were too much for the mad clown.
"Tck, at this rate. I'll be turned to dust." He said to himself as he moves around the field dodging a series of aerial attacks from Harold and Jacob's sniping.
"I commend you for pullin' through so far," Said Jacob. "But, you bit off more than you can chew clown. And I reckon, we're going to end you."
Vex was the only one fighting the clown head on. In his Fused state, he proved to be an equal match for Jester.
If it had been anyone else, the saints would have won already. But Jester had used his wits so far to avoid fatal blows from the three of them who were attacking relentlessly.
Harold covered the skies launching aerial attcaks. Vex fought him hand to hand while Jacob provided backup with his sniping.
