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

[Toastburner B]

((OOC Wow…krylo’s post was so dramatic I almost hate to do this to him…

This is the final chapter/battle. Make it good. I will wrap things up (hopefully) on the evening of Christmas Eve. Until then…have fun.))

All six shots were right on target. Had krylo been awake to see them, he would have been proud…and very disappointed to see all six bounce off a invisible shell about a foot out from the elf.

With a contemptuous sigh, the elf gestured. The demon swordsmen fell back into formation around the elf.

“Fools,” the elf said, “you think I would leave myself unprotected?”

From over in a corner where no one had looked, came a voice.

“Stop this madness, Tinkle! Think of the children! I only have 15 minutes before it’s too late!” a jolly-looking old dude yelled from a cage. Standing beside him was an elderly woman.

If you can’t figure out who they are, then you really haven’t been paying attention.

“SILENCE!” the elf cried. “This is all your fault anyways! For centuries my kind has made the toys! 364 days a year! And who gets all the credit? YOU! You, who only work one day a year, and even then with magic! Well…I’ll show the world that it’s the elves who should get the credit! And I’ll show the elves here how pointless you are without them! Then I will become as famous as you, and take your place!”

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The ghost of Toastburner hovered in the doorway. “Great…all this over a labor dispute.”

The watch that Toastburner wore began to beep. “Good! My respawn time is up!” The ghost of TB turned to Pyros. “I suggest you get in there. He’s an elf, but remember he has enough power to summon and control all these demons.”

With that, Toastburner bolted towards his nearest respawn point…making a slight detour on the way.
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The elf levitated off the chair. “Very well, then. If you wish to save Santa, you will have to get through me…and my favorite minions.”

Two large tears in space-time appeared, and out stepped to balrogs, LOTR style, each aflame, one wielding the fiery sword, the other carrying the fiery whip. The demon swordsmen went into a combat stance once more.

“Of course,” the elf said, “I am not incapable of fighting myself.”

It glared at IC, as he was the closest. With a flick of his hand, a dark bolt of energy fired from his staff and ripped towards IC. ((OOC: You’re cue, IC))

The elf grinned. “Let it end here,” he said.