King Str00f simply chose not to speak, allowing the presence of his guards to speak for itself. They stepped forwards out of their alcoves, two dressed in blue, two in red. Whilst from a distance they had looked fairly similar it was clear now that they weren't all the same. One of each colour were black, wielding swords and shields and the other two were holding shovels and orange rocket launchers.
Giving the group no chance to think, the two swordsmen charged in, the swords sparking and glowing with their respective colours, towards Lem and Tim. Simultaneously the two rocket-men jumped into the air, amplifying their jump with the rockets. It was currently difficult to judge who their targets were. Lem was the first to spring into action; he drew a long, thin icicle and sidestepped the charge, shoving the icicle between his neck and shoulderblade. The swordsman crumpled to the floor, dead. The other swordsman was about to reach Tim, but he hadn't been paying attention to the fact one was headed towards him. The realisation suddenly hit him and he swivelled around, but all too late. The shield smashed into his chest, but no sword had been brought down.
"I need a shit."
Sean exclaimed, as he brought the stolen sword down into the knight's skull. He then helped Tim up, pulled the shield off the guard's arm and attached it to his own. The rocket-men were now closing in on the group who remained in the middle: Ian, Troy, Melanie (and Brian), and Fuzz. Brian sprang into the air, catching one of the men in his huge jaws and then tucking into the feast once he landed. One left. At this point it was finally clear that his target was Fuzz, and he closed in at great speed. When he was but a few meters away, Fuzz shot his own launcher in front of himself, launching himself backwards and then piloted himself to the nearest wall, springing off it in the same way. He then proceeded to do to the rocket-man what had attempted to be done to him - Fuzz clubbed his face in with a market gardener. It was done.
"You think that was the worst I have?"
King Str00f laughed, clutching the golden pan next to his throne. He clearly felt threatened at this point, but somehow wasn't done.
"Subscribers, attack!"
A great rumbling could be heard from behind the throne. Now it could be seen that the wall was false, and a huge army of possibly one-thousand charged out. Normally the group would have either run or been worried at this point, but there was something strange about this army. Sure, there were a few huge, 40-year-old men dressed in fur-suits but the majority of it consisted of... 7-year-olds. At the front of the crowd, one vaguely familiar voice cried out.
"I will keel you with my dead rinjer!"
Yelled Destroyer, swinging a gold pocket-watch around on a chain. They were surrounded. It was just like that one scene from Lord of the Rings where they're all surrounded on that circle of land, but less epic because they weren't Orcs, and they were mostly seven.
"Furry faggots."
Sean said, as he threw a grenade and the fight began.
