It had to have been half an hour - or more. His fucking tongue was beginning to hurt, and his arms and legs felt like they were sucking up every bit of energy he had. Every breath seemed to disappear through his limbs as he plowed through wave after wave of Darkseekers. Toad had placed himself amongst the groups on the lawn - X-Men on one side, Brotherhood on the other, and the crazy snake bitch beside him. Damn, if she wasn't a fighter. When he could spare a glance at her, he did.
He could see himself fighting beside her on a regular basis. She had skill and technique and wasn't afraid to put her mouth on something disgusting - apparently. This was a quality he always admired in a fighter and in a woman.
Mort's rough and tumble approach to battle, however, looked a bit silly next to Mystique's unnatural grace and accuracy. He had grunted several passes back and forth with the blue woman as they worked - it helped to pass the time.
In the back of his mind, he was feeling the loss of their team mate and the dread that came with knowing how annoyed Magneto would be that he had been the one standing with Morro and that she had died, despite it.
When the crowd began to fill the ground, he began to relax, and he actually abandoned his spot to seek out other opponents. They were still crawling the property, they were just more spread out now. That's how he liked it. "Goin' for dessert," he murmured into his headset, mostly to Mystique. He moved forward across the lawn and paused briefly when he saw the young, hairy pup he recalled was known as 'Shard' dart forward (only missing him by a few feet) and head straight for Demon. What the bloody hell was that about? When the pup mounted the twin, Toad flinched, but decided he was going to continue about his business. The mother-fucker probably deserved it.