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[Little]

Little leaps off the ground and tacxkles the fist, saving her beloved Strifey from harm.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

[/i]The Lich grabs the fist off little.

"Oooh. I'm going to mount this on my wall."

[Little]

"Hey! I want the fist! Give it!"

[Strife26]

((I'd be careful about using his beloved fort against him. Strife will get pissed off really fast, and he IS more powerful than you here.))

Strife disentangles himself from Little and helps her up.


"Errr, thank you. What was that?"


A grenade launcher pops up and opens up at the meteor.

[Little]

"A fist. Lich stole it from me."

Little bats her eyelashes at Strife, able to do it expertly due to her time in France. She grins, actually looking somewhat sane.

"Do I get a kiss for saving your life?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"No, the fist is mine. I have claimed it for the glory of my nation. So there."

[WorkerDrone]

"You don't *have* a nation. Unless you just started one. In which case, I shall now take it upon me to conquer your nation in the name of the Emperor. Problem solved."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Yes, I do. And it's too far away from your universe for you to conquer."

[WorkerDrone]

"Guess what? The power of warp compels you. To surrender. PROBLEM. SOLVED."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Blah blah blah. We don't have no warp anywhere near there. Or anywhere in the planes, for that matter."

[Nivim]

((Well, I expect Strife to kick Maha out, as Maha is likely to keep increasing chaos until Dictator returns and restrains him. Anything is possible with Maha around.))

The meteor shrinks, changes direction, and rolls up an invisible ramp into the missile launcher. The contents of which become sharper, and made of cobalt. The meteor is consumed in the sparkly process. The coffee table make crying noises. The fist also freaks out and tries to fly out of the Lich's grasp back to its cubbyhole.

[Strife26]

Strife gives Little a quick peck on the cheek.

"Now, what tripped one of the Mark 19-4's?"


The mark 19 continues firing.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich stores the fist in his Chest Cavity Of Oddness, from which nothing can escape. Essentially it has disappeared off the face of the universe.

[Nivim]

The liches skull-cap bursts into flames, he doesn't seem to notice, and it doesn't seem to matter. The coffee table stops crying and begins varying in size and mass a few pounds, it continues to creakily move its legs.

[Strife26]

Strife returns and grabs the table.

"I'm going to put this in one of the holding cells for safety. If it doesn't seem to be hostile, maybe it'll make a good pet. I think that I'll call him George."