Okay. So I'm thinking multiple things. My head is racing.

Is this for real?

Oh ***.

What do I do?

So, any ideas? I started an attack. My body went through Honorious, ripping his insides out.

Blood dripped around the ground-wait a minute…blood? This really isn't for real. So wait, what is it then? Nathaniel answered my question.

"It's a trap," he said, just in time to get it out before the front half of the house exploded. A troop of Americans swarmed into the room. They carried what looked like wands. They were dressed in camouflaged magician suits.

"Who are you people," asked Nathaniel with a frown and a glare.

"Who are we? Ha, ha," he laughed, in a maniacal, American-accented voice. "We are the green berates.

"NO," shouted Nathaniel at the top of his lungs. He'd heard of these guys for Mr. Mortenson. They were the toughest, dark magic Americans around.

"Come. Attack him," shouted the Captain. They raised their wands, ready to strike.

I swooped in and swiped all of their wands out of their hands. I threw them against the side of the wall, where they broke.

"Darn you," said the Captain. "We'll be back," he said. Then his troops clasped their hands together, and vanished, leaving a trail of purple, fuming smoke.

"So, what should we do now," Kitty asked.

"I think I know," said Jane.

"What," recovered Nathaniel.

"Oh, shoot. I was hoping to pursoe your plan."

So, I planted my "body" next to Nathaniel's-his, being an actual "body". We the group decided (obviously) to call the police, without question, except for some useless bickering by Kitty.

"Why can't we just fight them," she questioned Nathaniel, in a pursuit of rage.

"We can't. We just can't. For one, there is too many of them, and they could easily overcome us; for two, they're Americans, and will apply any dark magic, and not follow the rules of war; and for three, it's the obvious and right thing to do.

"But," Kitty started.

"No. I'm sorry, but I don't won't to hear any of it," Nathaniel replied, with an angry hand gesture. And that, was the end of it. Kitty's useless bickering, that is.