The Big Man took his fight to the enemy and stepped up to the railings of Ulster Unionist headquarters. Dan Keenan, Northern News Editor, reports.
"The wicked fleeth when no man pursueth," he declared. The Wicked Man, a.k.a David Trimble, was scared of debate he taunted and would face defeat at the hands of the people of Ulster.
"They will remember the Ulster Unionist Party's record of failure over the past five years," he prophesied.
Against the backdrop of the latest mocking DUP billboard advertisement, he repeated his party's mantra about the double-dealing First Minister.
"The day of reckoning has now come."
Midway through the tirade against the UUP leader's deceit, feebleness and willingness to concede to IRA/Sinn Féin, Mr Trimble appeared, complete with posse, to counter the charge.
"When are we going to have a debate Ian?" - a mocking referral to his call for a TV head-to-head. "When are you going to stop running?" he managed between forced laughs.
That was the cue for the verbal maul. And a finger-pointing, toe-to-toe, insult-spitting, jeering, leering, football terrace chanting, full and frank exchange of views, it was.
A collective loss of temper which made one wonder about the prospects for a new assembly if this was the level of accord on one side of the house.
Bellowed accusations were met with mocking retorts. "Where's Jeffrey Donaldson?" demanded the DUP amid a chorus of "Traitor!"
For several minutes the immoveable rock of Ulster Unionist anger clashed with the irresistible force of DUP righteousness, generating a flicker of pulse in the near-cadaver of this campaign.
The Big Man, stood apart from it all, while his disciples got stuck into the "corner boy" of the Ulster Unionists and "his hooligans", leaving him time to sharpen his attacks.
His diagnosis? Mr Trimble is "a madman and he's finished".