"STOP!" shouted Verath, to everyone, including himself! "The way this is looking (metaphorically speaking, of course seeing as I am blind) it looks like Xelkitti's going for some weapons, and i am throwing stars and cards. Now, there is a little thing I would like to introduce called plot coherency. It's what connects and holds together parts of a story. Now, I know that this story has almost no plot anyway, but can we retain what little we have? Now, earlier, I said that we were not to use weapons. This includes weapons that were not ours." Xelkitti is beginning to look pissed "look, I'm sorry Xelkitti. i knew you were on a writers block and all, but you have to hear me out!" Xelkitti is on the brink of insanity, about to rip Verath's head off. All that she had written was practically useless! And she had worked so hard, too! Ok, she was beyond insane at this point. "GOD DAMN YOU VERATH!!!!!! I'LL CRACK YOUR SKULL AND FEED YOUR FUCKING INTESTINES TO THE WOLVES! I'LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE, USE IT AS A WHIP, AND GUT YOUR SPLEEN! i'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!" In a tornado of hatred Xelkitti began punching random things and throwing stuff out of the way. mostly preps. "Just follow the sound of my voice!" shouted Verath "if you can catch me, you can kill me!" Xelkitti was now in a fit of pure rage. It didn't matter that she was blind. She would just rip through anything anyway. Preps didn't know if they should interfere or not, but they were slaughtered anyway. One punch was all it took, and it would send ten of them flying. Just the sonic boom left from were Xelkitti had just chased after Verath was enough to rip a giant gash in their mid sections. When Xelkitti finally drew near to Verath, he was standing in front of the last grouping of preps. Xelkitti wound up for a gigaton punch, but verath moved out of the way just in time. the remaining preps were shot out through the wall and through a mountainside, and continued that way for another couple of miles. Verath snapped his fingers again, and Xelkitti's sight was back, but she was frozen. "YOU DIRTY FUCKING-" She stopped suddenly, and realized that no more preps were left. "Yeah, I figured: Why should I kill them while I can get someone to do it for me? I was blind, you know." Said Verath, with a smile on his face. Xelkitti calmed down. "You mean, you anticipated all that? the writers block? The anti-plot coherency? Everything?" "Yup," said Verath "Just about." "So, you manipulated me!?" Xelkitti asked, astounded. "Yup." Said verath, triumphantly. He was slammed in the face by a giant stick of sugar cane. "Don't try that again, or I'll hit you in the face with something with less sugar content, and more.... oh, say.... Iron?" "Alright, alright....' said Verath "Point taken. Now, let's hurry up. Master wants us to kill those bloody door to door salesmen. They keep trying to sell him some kind of Granny mugging device. As if he wasn't capable of it already." "Please...." said Xelkitti impatiently "Master Xellos has much too much class for that."