He glared at his opponent, a sword gripped tightly in his hand. "All right, that's it," he said through tightly clenched teeth. "I've had it with you! This time, you will surrender!" His opponent made no reply, but he could feel it mocking him by its silence. "Very well," he said grimly. "Since you refuse to surrender with honor, you must learn ignominious defeat by my blade!" with a cry, he sprang forward, slashing at the offender. "Die!" he cried, a wild look in his eyes. "Perish, foul creation!" His opponent defended itself well, but was no match for his fighting prowess. At last, he stood, panting and triumphant, over the ruined remains of his foe. "You were a worthy opponent," he acknowledged, bowing his head. Just then, his brother peeked into the room.
"Um, Leo, what are you doing?" Don asked. Leo looked at him proudly.
"I have vanquished a mighty foe!" he proclaimed, pointing at his once proud opponent. Don's eyes widened as he surveyed the wreckage.
"Oh my-" he choked out, and then had to take several deep breaths. "Leo, come back to bed," he continued, calmly. "You're still out of it from all that cough medicine you've been taking."
"But I'm hungry," Leo replied obstinately.
"I'll bring you something to eat later," Don promised as he took his brother's arm and gently led him back to the infirmary. "For now, you need to sleep."
"O-kaaaaay," Leo sighed disappointed, but he got under the blankets anyway. In a matter of moments, he was asleep again. Don made his way back to the kitchen and began examining the twisted remains of Leo's battle.
"Dang it," he said softly. "That's the fifth toaster this week!"
