Lemmings, go. Away. Live. There is no need for you all to die. We shall cover your retreat. I fear that this shall be the Pigeons' last stand...alas, for my uncle, and for those whom I called friends...
CHARRRRRRRRGE!!!!
Lemmings, go. Away. Live. There is no need for you all to die. We shall cover your retreat. I fear that this shall be the Pigeons' last stand...alas, for my uncle, and for those whom I called friends...
There are millions...we cannot kill them all.
I am sorry, Pigeons. Had it not been for my petty squabble with you, this never would have had to happen.
*The Pigeons fly into the fray, spells whizzing and swords flashing,howls of pain anger and fear echoing all around.
I can do little in the battle. I am sorry, Kobold Cleaver.
No, I am sorry. I sent you to your death because I was weak. Not you, me. I should have realized that mercy, compassion, they are gifts. Now it is too late. The Pigeons shall fall.
Goodbye, Jay Frogskin. You were better than me, and much wiser.
CHARRRRGE, MY FRIENDS! WE SHALL DIE TODAY, BUT WE SHALL NOT DIE LYING DOWN!!!
ATTAAAAAAACK!!!
*All charge at teh Defectives, cutting a bloody swath of death wherever they go*
*But there are still thousands remaining, so many thousands...they have no chance*
*Eventually, alas, Kobold Cleaver's uncle falls. It is teh beginning of the end*
*Without Meepo's machine gun, they are unable to protect Plant. He falls, teh others barely leaping out of his way*
*The Pigeon King falls. The last Pigeon had failed to protect his race*
*Only Kobold Cleaver remains. He fights well, with lightning, flame, wind, all powers he can think of, but still a hundred remain, and he grows weary*
Suddenly, he hears a voice. It is a weak voice, lacking food of any kind save rats and voles.
*Kobold Cleaver collapses, finally dead. His soul returned to his phylactery to await teh end of the three weeks*
*The remaining Defectives, only numbering 10, collapse as well. For nobody can challenge the power of Diswiker*
Kobold Cleaver had won, but at such a cost....
Hey, Ape! Look, here's the head of the guy you killed yesterday! Go fetch!
*Throws Jack A. Nape's head, grabs Kobold Cleaver's corpse, and runs in oppisite direction.*
Go ahead and take KC's corpse. I don't want him! *amuses to himself that the Rogue doesn't realize what he has gotten himself into by taking KC's body*
*amuses to himself that the Rogue doesn't realize what he has gotten himself into by taking KC's body*
Oh, I know his corpse is probably going to blow up in 10 minutes or something like that, but he's the only thing here I won't have to dissect to get anything valuable from.