"I don't know! what do we doo!"
"A-attack? ATTACK! You can't let them get me Lily!"
The two girls looked at each other, then around at the dolls and rope. Then, in tandem, they raised their hands into the air, magic swirling.
Below in the stable yard a group of four hooded in dark clothes stalked closer to the naked belly of the teenager bulging from a stable door, drawing scimitars and loosing axes, preparing to kill the incredibly vulnerable teenage girl.
They stepped closer, closer, lifting their weapons, murder in their every languid motion.
Then a cream furred teddy bear with an eyepatch fell from the stable roof above, crashing to the ground in a three point landing.
The assassins froze up as the bear slowly rose, its kitchen knife coming out to the side, readying.
"Wh-what the fuck?" growled one of the assassins.
You would be forgiven for thinking that an expression of smugness came across the bear's face, although its features remained static. The bear took a step forward and behind it came a waterfall of bears and dolls, flinging themselves from the roof above in a pouring wave, easily over a hundred, sheeting down onto the dirt below, clumsily landing then rising, various pieces of cutlery in their paws and hands, even, for some reason, spoons.
The assassins took a step back, suddenly wary, only to look beside and behind them as more and more dolls and teddy bears came from around the mansion, converging on the stable, surrounding the assassins.
One of assassins became agitated, turning on the others, his hood falling back revealing a purple scaled drake.
"This isn't what you said it was! I didn't sign on to fight some high level golem-mancer, this isn't supposed to happen!"
"Shutup." snapped back another, his black scaled drake snout just visible beneath his hood. "This is nothing. Cut them to piece-"
The cream bear lunged for the black scaled drake, putting on a stunning amount of speed, leaping into the air, the kitchen knife aimed right for the drake's gut. The drake reacted, his scimitar coming up, clanging against the knife, flashing sparks as steel met steel.
The bear fell back and as if that was the starting signal the army of golems swarmed forward, disturbingly silent, just the sound of metal rattling and cloth moving filling the air as the golem mob surged in.
The drakes panicked and slashed out with their swords, chopping down with their axes, dolls were bisected and teddy bears split down the middle. But it barely made the swarm pause, instead they climbed over their fallen brethren and charged ever on, throwing themselves onto the assassins, stabbing and cutting and forking and spooning. The assassins yelped in pain as sharp and not so sharp metal objects were stabbed into their scales with varying degrees of success, flailing around with their weapons as dolls climbed up their clothing like some kind of unstoppable unfeeling army ant.
Of course, it wasn't going all their way. The black scaled Drake thrust out his claws and a gale of wind shot forth, blowing a good third of the army off its feet and sending them tumbling.
"Fucking garbage power, this is a joke, it's nothing." He turned the wind empowered claws on one of the drakes billowing their clothes and ripping dolls free from them with every passing moment. "Come! Stop dallying with the dolls like spoiled whelps, we have a job to do."
He turned on the last struggling assassin, pelting them with wind. This of course blew their hood back revealing… hemp. The black scaled drake blinked in surprise, unsure what he was looking at. Then the layers deep winding ropes shifted and a screaming purple scaled drake face could be momentarily seen beneath. The black drakes eyes widened in surprise.
"Get him out of that! Use your axe!" He commanded the others. There was only a gargled reply and he turned to find the cream teddy bear sitting on one of the other drake's shoulders, slowly dragging the razor sharp kitchen knife across the struggling drake's throat, a wash of thick red blood spilling down his chest as he died, collapsing as the last light of life dimmed in his eyes. The cream teddy bear jumped free as the drake fell, rolling and skidding to a halt, turning its one good button eye back on the flabbergasted black scaled drake.
The cream teddy bear stared at him. Then it drew a paw across its throat. A threat.
The black scaled drake screamed in outrage and wind exploded in every direction from his billowing cloak sending dolls and teddy bears sprawling. The ropes that had been slowly winding their way across the yard however had already latched onto his ankle and abruptly hauled back. With a cry of despair the drake hit the ground with a thump, the breath knocked out of him. He tried to move, tried to get away, but it was far far too late. A wave of dolls and bears washed over him and his view of the cloudless blue sky above was buried under a mound of stabbing cutting cloth golems, sticking their weapons over and over into his flesh, into his eyes, his ears, his mouth, anywhere they could. It didn't take long for his motions to become pathetically weak, then for him to go still and dead.
The golems continued stabbing.
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The teddy bear with the red cloth on his head undid it and moved it down, wrapping it around his neck and revealing it to be what it truly was, a bright red scarf.
He checked the fit was neat and then the general turned back to his army. The ranks were lined up across the stable roof top, row after row. At the front was their champion, the cream bear, now wielding a blood stained knife. The general gave the champion an approving nod.
Below, in the hole, the last surviving assassin was being floated, a full cocoon of hemp rope was wrapped around his body, practically making him a sphere it was layered so thick. Tami's tongue stuck from the side of her mouth as she concentrated. A small bright blue portal about an inch across was hovering in the air near the drake, from it spewed a constant stream of fresh rope which added to the already astounding amount of rope the drake was tied up with.