[ We find Our Heroes right as the music kicks in! Mr. Anderson hops lightly onto his desk, and adopts a martial stance, his knuckles cracking audibly as he does so. Three shimmering shapes congeal behind Our Heros, growing into vaguely humanoid forms. A huge, decayed undead THING moves to block the doorway, but it's wearing a referee's shirt and whistle, so it's probably not going to kill you. ] [ ...probably. ] [ Session... START! ] [ Beyond what anyone had thought possible, Will goes first! Maybe it's a sign of evil? ] (I'm not evil!!) * WillS draws his weapons while running to take position behind Tia. Content that he's got two bodies between him and the constructs, he casts a blessing on his fellow teammates to increase their hardiness. [ Pat go! ] * Patrick grins and draws his sniper rifle at Mr. Anderson, firing off a round at him. "Well, if you insist." [ Mr. Anderson takes the shot right through his forehead and grins as dry dust comes spraying out the back of his skull. "That one was free." ] [ Sey, go! ] * Seylin whips her halberd out of... somewhere, twirls it in a circle over her head, and slams the smaller end onto the floor. Yay, gigantic sphere of brilliant light. [ The light embraces Mr. Anderson, who seems nonplussed and begins smoking exorbitantly. The quicksilver things behind you smoulder slightly, as does the referee. A few items on the walls and desk are reduces to ash; you can't find the pattern really. ] [ Correction; Mr. Anderson hides behind his desk until the blast passes over and comes out unfazed. Oh shi-- ] [ Mr. Anderson leaps out from his desk, and suddenly his every pore is belching forth a noxious cloud of black flame as he lunges for Kenji and lands four blows to the midsection followed by a double axe kick, a knee to the groin, an uppercut to the face and a jab at the throat. ] ... [ Mr. Anderson grins. "What's wrong, not feeling well?" ] You... your entire kind... make me SICK. [ Mr. Anderson grins, showing fangs. ] [ The silver puddle-people come up behind Sey, Pat, and Will, and cut into them a few times; one of Pat's wounds turns an odd color. ] [ Tia, go! ] Ow! * Patrick smirks at the shadow-ninjas. "Well, if that's how it'll be." * WillS cringes as one of the constructs hits him. "Urk." * Tia slips off her transformation ring into her pocket and, with a mighty roar, transforms back into a dracotaur as she whips out Mr. Gun from seemingly nowhere! [ Mr. Anderson looks waaaay up at Dracotaur Tia. "Not the kind of leggy girl I'm dreaming of." ] * Tia roars in affront.