Just one Turk. Elena's mouth quirks into a grin and it isn't a friendly one. Just one Turk...underestimating one Turk has lead to the end of plenty of lives. Elena puts herself between the goons and Terra, and decides to answer her.

"A prom is a big dance kids go to. They dress up really nice, get a limo, and get greasy food afterward. The Junior one is for that year in High School. It can be pretty fun even without a date."

And when all hell breaks loose with their 'dance' partners, Elena rises to meet the challenge-- fists flying towards the closest grunt.