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Wasp flies in and decapitates five zombies in a row. They fall to the ground.
"DIE, YOU !@#$ing MURDERERS!!!"
Mask disappears, along with several hundred zombies.

LJ looks at this scene in stunned disbelief. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse. She reflexively threw up a shield of winds.

The kittens (and Wasp)stop. Wasp begins countering them, using the power of the Board.

Suddenly, the sky goes dark. It is like an eclipse. Above, hundreds of Viking Kittens fly, along with Wasp.
"You murderers! I should have known you were against us! And now all my friends are dead!" He shouts in fury.
The kittens dive, holding their greataxes high.

The kittens nod.
"Are you certain?"
"I am dead certain, my friends. Just as all my friends are dead. We need to go, NOW."
The kittens nod again, uncertainly.
"Then we shall go. We owe Kobold Cleaver and his friends a debt. Now it will be repaid, though repaid too late."
They sadly but angrily mount their giant eagles and fly out, Wasp flying beside them.

Plantjack looks like he's about to say something to Lynora, when Wasp glares at him. Plantjack glares back. Wasp speaks first, whispering so Lynora can't hear.
"Plant, come on. I told you not to intervene, but you intervened, and now we have to go."
"I do not intend to go."
"Plant!"
"Wasp, look, I just possibly ruined Lynora's life. I'm not leaving now."
"Oh yes you are! This is "Lynora's problem", just as Candle Lighter was "Ours", remember? We are NOT--"
Suddenly, Jay appears.
"That's enough. Wasp, come on. We have to go. Plant, stay as LONG AS YOU WANT."
Wasp frowns.
"But--"
"NOW. Come."
Wasp glares but leaves with Jay. Plantjack goes over to Lynora and apologetically puts a vine on her shoulder.
"I am regretful about that. But it had to be done. She would have only ruined your life. And there was something...off about her."

Upon hitting the tent, Kobold Cleaver explodes. A glow appears, the glow of the soul retreating to the phylactery. The wolf suddenly looks up, and howls.
The Wasp appears. Before he can react, the raven snatches the cleaver. And brings it down on the hard floor.
It is not destroyed. It is too powerful. But then, the raven speaks words of magic, and...
...nothing happens. But then, a screaming starts. The screaming of a dying soul. The raven smiles, and turns to the tent.
"It is done. The kobold is finally destroyed. Long has he clung to life, selfishly, foolishly. But no longer. He is dead, and with him dies your greatest ally!"
The raven disappears, along with the wolf.
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Dun. Dun. Dun.

KC leaps up, and grabs his staff. He twirls it in his adept hands.
"I need no magic to kill you!" He shouts angrily.
The wolf howls, and KC's image is distorted. He is blasted back, into the tent.
Warforged:

KC blasts the wolf again, but the wolf is unharmed. It leaps, about three meters away. KC staggers, as if the wolf had not missed. He fires again, but it fizzles as he trips and falls. The wolf goes in for the kill. KC somehow manages to hit the wolf, which staggers back.
Nobody interfere here, 'kay? If they try to, Plant will hold them back.

Wraith Lord wrote:

With the restoration of Kobold Cleaver, the Wraith lord is sucked back into some nether dimension for now, leaving countless slain Pokemon, a large number of trees reduced to kindling, and a very frightened Rio, who was inches from death as the Wraith Lord was banished.

*The Bard arrives just in time to see the Wraith Lord wink out of existance, but he is too late, Rio has bled out. Releasing a scream that can be heard for miles, The Bard unleashes pure uncontrolled magic. A flash of light erupts from the forest, leaving only a crater where Rio, his pokemon, and The Bard once stood.*

No they are not dead. You just think they are.

As the smoke fades, a sad-looking kobold stands there. She sighs, taking down her wards.

"It's over." She says.
Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, the Kittens are victorious. It was a terrible battle, and many dead eagles and kittens litter the area, but they have won. The Kittens begin picking up the bodies of their fallen, letting the few remaining Yetis depart.
"It's over." One of the kittens says sadly.
Candle Lighter has left, but he will be back. He has been humiliated today. Lynora proved stronger than he thought. In his cave, he muses over the best revenge, poring over his books. He lost the first round. But he will be victorious the second. He would do his best to ruin her life.

The kobold hesitates. Then, he sounds regretful.
"Good. I only hope that Candle Lighter will lose."
Suddenly, two small holes open in the wall. They hear scrabbling, as the goddess tries to escape, but then a small vial goes through each hole.
The holes close behind them.
Wasp grabs one of the vials, a slightly larger one.

Meepo shrugs, and pulls out a special sword, armed with several technological advantages (such as being much lighter, more durable, repelling creatures it comes into contact to if used right, being un-rustable |:), etc.). He lobs one last grenade, his best one, and starts hacking. Esmarelda stays nearby, healing him every few minutes.
Both are careful to avoid the rust monster.

The priestess walks slowly and reluctantly toward the door. She had enjoyed every second of freedom from the goddess. She didn't like the possibility of once more finding herself trapped. But she remembered Sunny Godhead's promise of aid and the golden glow that had surrounded her and straightened her shoulders. This time she was determined to keep control of her own body. This time she was going to win.

Thieving Wasp follows.

"Alright, now we can only hope that--"
He is cut off by a yell.
"Wasp! It's about time! We don't have long for this, so listen carefully! I am going to hand you each a small vial. Wasp, you shall get the 'vial' containing my power, or as much as I can spare while keeping the wards running. Lynora..."
There is a silence.
"You get the goddess's power."

I don't think we can get it...I have failed...
The two fly off miserably.
We are doomed.

Suddenly, one of the kobolds pulls out a strange device which feels cold to the touch and sticks it on the Tsar.
It's a powerful technological item made from dry ice encased in a special casing. It's designed to temporarily shut him down (the kobold's betting on the Tsar being vulnerable to cold).
He then pulls out a specially enhanced pistol in each hand and starts firing at the workers.

The battle rages on, into the night. Hundreds on Kittens are dead by the time that the Defectives are all, at last, dead. Dead eagles, kittens, and Defectives litter the ground.
A battle has been won. But things have not yet begun to be bad.

The dracolich laughs, a cruel hollow chuckle.
"How was that?"
The kittens, outraged, charge. Their axes bounce off the lich, who proceeds to kill them all with a single thrash of his tail.
The battle is swift and brutal. In the end, the only remaining kittens have fled. The lich chuckles, and flies off into the night.

The Oberjarl pounds the table in fury. The table is split in two.
"ARRRG!!! That damned dracolich killed the shaman! I'll kill him! I'll pound his bones into the dust!!!"
One of his men speaks.
"Sir, I thought you hated the shaman."
"Dammit, yes! He was obnoxious! Always so cryptic and moody! But I didn't want him to DIE!!!"
"Yes, sir. But we all need to calm down, and decide what must be done."
"Oh, I know what must be done." Something glints in the Oberjarl's eyes. "Get me a report on all remaining shamans in the area! The dracolich will be coming to kill us all soon, out of vengeance. WE have to be ready.
"Go to our ship. Gather all the Kittens who can fight. Send out the bird catchers, and get as many giant eagles as possible! If you have to, use dire ones or even plain!
"Send word to our miners and smiths that it is time to double their work. And mages who will help them for money, pay them whatever they want that we can afford. Give word to our homeland to send reinforcements to us as soon as possible.
"The dracolich has struck us a terrible blow. I say it is time we struck back. 'We are still the masters of our fate. And by wise council shall thee make w--'"
The kitten Oberjarl bursts into flame.