Dr. Smolder Bravestone

He'll never get over just how satisfying a sound that enemies made when he sent them flying across a room-- just enough crunch to know it's a hard hit, but not so much that it gets gross. The bar is located in a part of Jumanji meant to look like South America, but really, Spencer tends to think it looks more like the inside of an Islands Burgers or something. But it's not Spencer doing the henchmen-tossing, it's Dr. Smolder Bravestone, all six-foot-three mountain of muscle, an avatar that by now feels like a second skin. Now that the game isn't trying to kill them, and ever since Alex figured out how to make it work online, it's been their personal open-world playground and the perfect place to escape or vent their real world problems.

Except, maybe, the one where Spencer is really, really missing having his girlfriend in the same city on nights like this where he's, well, freaking horny.

There's a crash from behind Smolder, and he spins to watch two more henchmen falling behind the bar after having been kicked over it and into the racks of bottles by the talented (and very long) legs of his teammate, Ruby Roundhouse. Smolder gives the redhead a nod and a smirk, while Spencer grins, knowing that behind the gorgeous avatar is his knockout of a girlfriend, Martha.

With all their attackers laying in various heaps, Smolder crosses the room, being careful out of habit to step over the bodies. "Nice one," he tells Ruby, "I know you were having some trouble getting that combo just right."