The Scout ain't just some run-of-the-mill punk; he's a freakin' Boston boy with lightning speed, clockin' 18 mph and can quadruple jump like a madman. With 125 HP, he can take a few hits before goin' down and when he drinks that bonk juice—bro, he's practically a beast. Those rockets ain't takin' him out easily! Now, John may be able to go invisible and be sneaky with a bunch of toys, but the Scout's scattergun is deadly up close, and his speed would make it hard for John to even get a shot off. Plus, his ability to survive three rockets? He's got the endurance of a wild animal. In a head-to-head clash, the moment John tries to sneak, Scout’s already on his tail, unloading lead and causing mayhem. The minions? They ain’t nothin' compared to a scattergun blast. John may have trained for two decades, but he can’t match the raw, unadulterated energy of a Scout raisin' hell. Game over, Johnny boy!