Butler- Vs Mesmerized Mob of Wrestling Fans

“My insides are not as old as my outsides, if you must know. Those
Fairy People you are just now remembering gave me an overhaul.
They took fifteen years off, and I have a Kevlar chest. So I can look
after myself, and you, if need be.”
As they bantered, the siblings automatically swiveled so they were
back to back and covering each other. Butler talked to let his sister
know that he was hopeful they could escape from this. Juliet
responded to show her big brother that she was not afraid so long as
they stood side by side. Neither of these unspoken messages was true,
exactly, but they gave a modicum of comfort.
The mesmerized wrestling fans were having a little trouble
negotiating the wrestling platform, and their packed bodies clogged the
ringside like sticks in a dam. When one did manage to climb up, Butler
tossed him or her back out as gently as possible. Juliet was not so
gentle on her first toss, and Butler definitely heard something snap.
“Easy, sister. These are innocent people. Their brains have been
hijacked.”
“Oops, sorry,” said Juliet, not sounding in the least penitent, and
rammed the heel of her hand into the solar plexus of someone who was
probably a soccer mom when not mesmerized.
Butler sighed. “Like this,” he said patiently. “Watch. You pick them
up and just slide them out over the top of their friends. Minimum
impact.” He performed the move a few times just to give Juliet the
idea.
Juliet jettisoned a drooling teenager. “Better?”
“Much.” Butler jerked a thumb at the screen overhead. “That fairy
has mesmerized everyone who looked into his eyes and heard his
voice. It’s not their fault they’re attacking us.”
...

“Just a sec,” said Juliet, dispatching a bearded cowboy with a
roundhouse kick. She climbed up Butler’s frame with the agility of a
monkey and stood on his shoulders. “Okay, boost me.”
Butler grunted a grunt that any family member could interpret as
Hold on a moment, and with Juliet balanced overhead, he punched one
of the support wrestlers in the windpipe, and swept another’s legs from
under him.
Those two were twins, he realized. And dressed as Tasmanian
devils. This is the strangest fight I have ever been in, and I’ve tangled
with trolls.
...

There was no time to check if Juliet had made it, as the zombies had
formed a body ramp, and the wrestling fans of Cancún were pouring
onto the stage, all determined to kill Butler slowly and painfully.
Right now would have been a prudent time to have activated the jet
pack he often wore underneath his jacket, but in the absence of a jet
pack, and his jacket, Butler thought it might be an idea to increase the
aggression of his defense, enough to buy himself and Juliet a few more
seconds.
He stepped forward to meet the throng, using an adapted form of tai
chi to tumble the front row back into the crowd, building a mountain
of bodies the mesmerized fans would have to climb over. Which
worked fine for about half a minute until half of the stage collapsed,
allowing the unconscious bodies to roll off and form an effective ramp
for the wrestling fans to climb. The injured fans seemed not to feel any
pain and climbed instantly to their feet, often walking on twisted and
swollen ankles.
The drones flowed onto the stage with only one desire in their
hijacked minds.
Kill Crazy Bear.
It’s hopeless, thought Butler, for the first time in his life. Utterly
hopeless.
He didn’t go down easy, but go down he did under the sheer weight
of bodies flowing over him. His face was smooshed by back fat, and
he felt teeth close around his ankle. Punches were thrown, but they
were badly aimed and weak.
I am going to be crushed to death, Butler realized. Not beaten.
This realization didn’t make him feel any better. What did make him
feel better was the fact that Juliet should be safe on the gantry.
Butler fell back, like Gulliver dragged down by the lilliputians. He
could smell popcorn and beer, deodorant and sweat. His chest was
pressed and tight, breath came hard. Someone wrestled with one of his
boots for some reason, and suddenly he could not move. He was a
prisoner under the sheer weight of bodies.
Artemis is alone. Juliet will know to take my place as his bodyguard.
Lack of oxygen turned the world black, and it was as much as Butler
could do to shove his arm through the mass of bodies smothering him,
and wiggle his fingers good-bye to his sister.
Someone bit his thumb.
Then he disappeared utterly, and the fairy on the screen laughed.

- The Atlantis Complex, Chapter 4