Argentinosaurus wasn't quite the living fortress Beast Boy envisioned, nor were the U-Men weren't quite as susceptible to intimidation as he'd hoped. He'd enjoyed a few moments of exultation, watching awed enemies scrambling away from him, and feeling his tail smashing through the crowd, but now they're starting to react. For the most part, it's like someone trying to chop off your hands and feet with papercuts: annoying and stinging, but harmless. The puncture to his back is the same: it's more of a tickle than a real injury. It helps that their heaviest hitters were at the head of the formation, and aren't halting their march on the school.

Then some jerk with super strength takes a swing at him with an oversized broadsword. Beast Boy flinches visibly and stumbles back, his foreleg dripping blood. A few flying mutants are rising up to attack his head and neck, as well. He butts one out of the air with his five-foot skull, but another rises to take its place.

It's almost like charging into the middle of the action was a terrible idea?