How the NPF Saved Christmas Final: Merry Chrstimas to All, and to All a Good Fight!

[Toastburner B]

((OOC: I totally missed the fact that Ecurt posted just before I did yesterday. Less than a minute apart, even.

Anyways, for good or ill, for climatic or anti-climatic, the finale!))

The eight fighters that TB had invited were sulking, as everyone had ignored the. "Oh, get over it." TB muttered at them. "You four," TB said, pointing at a swordsman, and infantry, the archer, and the medic, "make sure that the Clauses and that Rudolph get back to the stables safely. Everyone else, attack the elf!"

The four remaining fighters in TB's small army leapt at the elf...who was already having a bad time of things. Suddenly, it was being attacked by four cartoonly figures. Well, enough of was enough, he thought. A four-way dark blast dissolved the figures ("That's going to be expensive to heal." Toast muttered to himself).

Unfortunately for the elf, he was so focus by the cartoons, that left SS to slip in unnoticed.

What Darth SS didn't realize was the shield was a bubble, not a semi-sphere. Of course, at this point, that hardly mattered. The shield was battered, having already almost broken apart by the sonic attack.

With an almost glass like sound, the shield broke.

The battle stopped.

Everyone looked at the elf.

The NPFers smiled.

The elf screamed.

He didn't scream long.

With the death of the elf, the demons lost their anchor to the mortal realm. They vanished in puffs of smoke that smelled of sulphur and brimstone in a very stereotypical demon like way.

Ding-dong-ding-dong....ding-dong-ding...

The clock began to strike midnight...just as Santa's sleigh could be seen streaking off into the distance through the giant hole in the ceiling.

"Speaking of giant holes in the ceiling," TB said, "You guys said you understood the entire 'low-collteral damage' thing. I mean...it's going to take forever for you guys to pay it off."

"You where the one who hired us on here," someone said, "it's coming out of your payment."

"Actually...no." Toast said. "I died. I have witnesses. I have the freakin' person who did it over here. When I died, my contract with Big Red went null-and-void. So...I ain't getting paid, and it was not longer my job to protect Santa. I suspect those of you who did the most damage will get notices from Santa's law ninja's shortly."

Toastburner noticed the room was suddenly quite hostile to him. "Err...uh...QUIT GAME!"

The book TB vanished...leaving NPFers along in an empty throne room...the only sound Santa laughing in the distance.

((OOC: Ending...sucked...but I didn't have any more time to write it. Feel free to banter or something))