Splork!
--The march of mammoths have come to a halt after the vicious onslaught of multiple bear opponents as well as
disastrously bright light. What little ground they are able to obtain is lost when TBTBs explode in an entropic nature,
albeit the elephant army's opponents are also caught up in the explosions--
Splat!
--Masses upon masses of nuclear pillows hit the stunned and blinded Elephant-supporter. Oh the humanity!--
Clang!
--iWach's attacks seem to have been entirely futile against Ma8's questionably holy form, yet this intrepid
pillowblade-wielder is not giving up on his assault--
Smack!
--Oh noes! All watch as the Elephant-supporter's form falls in defeat, with nary a cry. It falls lightly, ever so
lightly towards the bedroom floor...--
Honk?!
--... yet when it actually touches the ground the humanoid shape explodes
without warning, like a pillow would explode under undue duress. The combatants watch as a myriad of multi-coloured (but
definitely White) feathers fluff away from the supernova of sorts. From some neglected, disregarded and peaceful part of
the bedroom, a voice speaks softly, so softly that the others believe they may have heard something, but ignore it as
figments of their own imaginations--
Dance, feathers, dance. *grins and chuckles slightly*
--The feathers that have revealed themselves drift slowly but assuredly towards each of the combatants in the warzone,
from summoners to summonees. Without an iota of harmful thoughts or purpose in their newly-birthed forms, each of the
feathers land nonchalantly, surrounding and embracing the warriors. Mammoth knights lower their plushie spears. TBTBs
cease their ticking (and eventual AOE demise). Pillowblades seem much heavier than before. Cotton-Filled Teddy Bears
(CFTBs) lower their fists. RD seems somewhat sleepy. Even the angel is feeling somewhat affected: Shields against
attacks are not working against the feathers, which are not attacking. And when he tries to bat the feathers away they
just dance around the air partition, like how an insect displaced inside a bowl of soup continually eludes the spoon
which tries to scoop it away--
--Everything seems calm... everything seems relaxed...--
*chant chant chant, draws something with Gundam Marker, chant chant chant, giggles?*
