Pyros was playfully snuggling the Neko dolls. "Wow! It's almost as if it were christmas! ..OH wait. It is." He then nibbled on the doll a bit, then noticed the messed up Krylo.

"SWEET JINGLEBELLS ON HIGH! TIS THE GIANT FLOATING SKULL OF DEATH ENFLESHED! SPARE US YOUR ANGER OH GREAT ONE, AND BE MINDFUL OF WHATEVER AILS YOU, IT'S ALL RAIDENS FAULT!" Pyros dove under the doll and hid.

It was more or less around the time that Krylo appeared that Ecurt realized that these people were the NPFers. Not that he bothered to banish his plushies. That damn bastard turned him into a duck in the first place, and he deserved to be crushed.

Unfortunately, as we all know, Krylo doesn't take to being crushed too well, and made it out. Fortunately, it looked like nobody realized that he had done it.

Riding up to the group in his motorcycle, Ecurt looked around and smiled-though, you couldn't tell with his beak. "Oi, I hope I'm not late...and is that CT straddling Krylo...again?

RMB was annoyed that he was suddenly ignored by Phil whom he wished to help. "That Mauve is gonna get it some day, I just know it."

RMB heard loud curses, gunshots, and singing from afar. "It couldn't be... please lets hope that it's not." He immediately ran over to find out that it was in fact Krylo. "I think if I can ignore him for the next, oh say, million years I'll be okay."

His piece was yet again interrupted by dogs. "You guys.... oh nevermind I'll do it myself." RMB once again charged into the fray with sword literally slashing left and right taking out the two animals. "All too simple."

Next, he heard Mammothtank enter the battle without his tank. RMB ran out to find MT with his lance equiped surrounded by dogs. "I'll help you out buddy", RMB thought to himself. He began chanting a spell, little whispers heard through the battlefield by anyone looking for them. "I call upon the strength of heaven and its many gods to give the reciever your gift of bravery and strength, Might of the Gods!" A bright light enveloped Mammothtank. Now he felt either ten times stronger or ten times weaker.

DSS looked at CT and Krylo and instantly fell on his knees.

"Lord Krylo, please do not use your sexiness to punish us for unfortunate stray fire! Spare us your lust-worthy wrath! Leave our senses alone!"


DSS bowed multiple times, then stayed down, fearing the wrath of captain skully.

Raiden snickered, and the others looked over. They saw him looking at a screen he had made by electrifying the particles in the air in front of him. It was playing Krylo's destruction scene on a repeated loop.

"It may have hurt, but this is some of the best stuff I've seen in years. I wonder if they'd air this on America's Funniest Home Videos?"

DSS stood, and collected his weapons. He then reloaded the C8 and walked over to Raiden. Promptly, he rifle butted the back of his head and yelled at him, in the loudest voice humanly possible.

"QUIET FOOL! DO YOU WANT HIM TO SEX US TO DEATH!?"

This was already turning out to be tons of fun. First a moderator got hurt, then yelled obsceneties which, due to sweet irony, would have normally got him banned, and now Raiden recorded the moment. And was that CT on top of Krylo? Whatever.

"I honestly don't think Krylo can do anything about this. Except maybe ban us for a week. Send it to America's funniest home videos."

Krylo reached his right hand up to his temples and rubbed them quietly as he tried to repress the urge to shoot every person in sight with the revolver still held in his left.

'Why did they always have to act like this...?' he wondered through the searing pain in his skull as his neurons finished reconnecting themselves properly.

"Not right now, CT, I have a headache," he said quietly, and then spoke a bit louder, "Whatever... could we just get whatever the hell I was called out here for over with? I've already stained a perfectly good shirt and lost a pair of hundred dollar sunglasses... I'd like to just finish up and go home. And, Cheshire... could you get off my solar plexus please? It's kind of hard to breath."

Pyros emerged from under the cat plushie. "Apparently we're working for Santa, oh Krylo'd one. Maybe he'll get you another pair of shades if you help. But if you really need some shades..." Despite being a talking cat, Pyros snapped his paws.

A hole of flames opened up before Pyros, and from it sprang a box. The hole quickly disappeared, and the box snapped open. Inside were rows of FireAngel(C) merchandise. Pyros hopped over to the box and pulled out a pair of red sunglasses.

"Perhaps I can interest you in a nice pair of FireSight(tm) brand shaded eyewear? Not only are they a snazzy crimson that the ladies love, but also feature a nifty-super-awesome function that allows the wearer to see heat spectrum! Good for seeing in pitch black darkness and seeing invisible people. Also comes in lady's style, monocles, and a special edition cat ear version! ORDER NOW!"

Pyros looked at all who stared blankly. "Hey, us deity's don't recieve as many pagan offerings as we used to. How do you expect me to continue my high standard of living? Overpriced french cat food don't fall from the sky ya know."

Getting off of Krylo, CheshireThief grinned. "Breathe, Krylo, not breath."

He stood up and stretched. It was then that he noticed more than a couple of his new companions were staring at him and Krylo.

"What? You know that our attraction is merely scientifical! You can't have two objects with that much sexification within a close proximity without them pouncing on top of each other."

He grinned his grinny grin again.

"Besides, I'm sure that Mauve liked it."

With a wink and a flourish of his jacket, he turned around and helped Krylo to his feet.

"Now then, Toastburner, where's Santa and how do we save him?"