Black Mage attempts to kick a werewolf in the nuts by running comically up to it and delivering a blisteringly powerful kick.
"IIIINNNNNNDDDDDAAAAAAAANNNNEEEEERRRRRTTTTTTS!" He screamed out as he charged it from behind.
edited 24th Mar '11 7:56:06 PM by GreyStar
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected."Hmph," Maleficent grunted, seeing the fight going on outside and the raging fire upon her thorn bush. She teleported to outside the house and used various ice spells to put out the flames.
Then she saw Megatron approach. "Greetings, Lord Megatron," Maleficent bowing gracefully to the Decepticon leader, adding the honorific as a sign of respectful equality rather than any form of humbleness. "I apologize for not separating the wall of thorns I erected, I was busy with meddling canines that breached the house."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!-Despite the Overlords' best efforts, substantial portions were already reduced to burnt, blackened husks. A group of werewolves sprinted through the now-useless thorn forest and towards the house. There were perhaps half-a-dozen headed towards Megatron and Maleficient-
-The werewolf Black Mage attacked found itself howling in pain and pulling back. As the pain dulled, it made a swipe at the Mage's head-
-The heatrays and the like were clearly capable of injuring the werewolves and causing them a significant amount of pain, but they didn't appear to do lasting damage-
-The werewolf previously attached to Sec's head was too badly injured to fight Norman off. The bomb reduced the werewolf's lower jaw and a substantial portion of his head and neck to pulp. It collapsed into the soil, unmoving-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Some time ago, Fawful had started disassembling the. Oven in the kitchen of the house and taking pieces of it upstairs, to where he was building something on the roof.
And a few minutes later, Fawful had built a fully functional death ray, mounted on the roof of the house and able to swivel to face any direction. He began searching for targets.
Pretend there's something clever written here.-The lycanthropes leapt through Maleficient's green blaze mostly unscathed, and leapt at the sorceress, hoping to disembowel her and remove the sizeable threat she posed-
-The werewolf that had been attacked by Megatron howled as the blade neatly severed his right forearm. Given enough time, he'd regenerate from the wound, but that didn't men he wasn't at a major inconvenience now. A second wolf moved up to assist his packmate, snarling and lunging at the cybertronian-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.The Flesh Is Weak.
— Megatron sliced across at the lycanthrope, aiming to bisect it, then detected a warning from the part of his arm where the claws had sliced. Shallow rents had been cut into the Decepticon-grade plating. Megatron was displeased, his optics widening a fraction, then narrowing as he processed this development.—
edited 28th Mar '11 1:04:06 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."-The wounded werewolf ducked the blow and grabbed the Decepticon's armour, clambering up his side. The second werewolf ducked and weaved around the attacks, strafing around Megatron so he was behind the robot-
-The werewolves elsewhere saw this as a perfect opportunity to move out; the thorn forest was burnt to cinders in some places, leaving them free to move towards the house, and the two Overlords immediately in the way were neutralised by combat. Those inside could see the lycanthropes moving forward, another half-a-dozen (including the two who had been injured earlier by Maleficient) were headed directly for the house from various directions-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.The instant these werewolves stepped within fifty yards of the house, tha magic of Doom's barrier took effect. The lycanthropes would find the air around them congealing and clinging to them in a most unnatural fashion, as if they were fully immersed in a vast ocean of sucking molasses, and the closer they came to the house proper, the harder it would become for them to move.
The Danse Macabre CodexFawful switched his spectacles to night vision mode and looked around for a target. Most of the werewolves seemed to be being easily dispatched by the other overlords, and -
Fawful did a double take as he saw the distinctly-shaped silhouette of Dr. Eggman coming up the road to the house and zoomed in for a better view.
"Fu-hee-hee-ha! This has perfection! My primest rival for the postioning of genius with evil has aloneness, unarmedness, and obliviousness!"
He held down the trigger to begin charging a shot...
Pretend there's something clever written here.

Norman sighs. "Thanks Fawful..."
He throws large firey pumpkin grenades at a few werewolves.