Jojo whip

The constant stream of puns ceased. The pig sputtered and coughed and an obscene amount of spittle flung from his nonexistent lips to pepper JoJo in the face. Belmont's whip struck his back—but he simply had to endure it. If he let up this pose, the Force choke would fall apart, the jokes would resume. A sharp, stinging pain ran up and down his back, his shirt tore open, but he could only grit his teeth and maintain his concentration. He shouted, to Legosi:

"If you wish to save your friend, then it's me you should be dealing with, not him."

Legosi's head snapped around. JoJo had not acted a moment too soon, for Kenobi had run out of places to run and, backed into a corner, was moments from receiving another rending swipe. That swipe was forgotten as Legosi bounded forward, crossing the gap to JoJo. A second crack of the whip hit his back and he stifled a soft cry, his concentration faded, in a second the whip would hit again and Legosi would reach him at the same time. He could not possibly fight against all three at once. But he had faith. Faith in his friend, Foo Fighters!

- Voeltz Semi-Finals