Supper awesome epic battle to prove you can still have fun without PPing

[Lady Ashenwyte]

WHAT DID YOU CALL MY CHAINAXE?

*Ashenwyte is protected by his Tartaros Pattern Terminator armour, and swings chainaxe at Wylder

[Wylder Treejumper]

Clumsy. Got a problem with that, butterfingers? YOU SPILLED MY FOOD!
PREPARE TO DIE!

*Dodges clumsy chainaxe wielded by foolish zealot*

*Attacks more hangrily*

[The Skarzs]

Clumsay!

*Disappears and reappears forty miles away from Skarzs and where the meteors will strike.*

Meteor showers aren't things you see all the time, are they? *Watches from a safe distance.* Oh, yeah: Personal teleporter.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

You've never seen a proper weapon before!

*Ashenwyte throws a grenade at Wylder's mouth and most delicately holds his chainaxe at Wylder's throat

[Wylder Treejumper]

*Deflects chainaxe*

*Catches grenade*

*Pulls pin*

*Counts*

*Attempts to stuff it in Lord Ashenwyte's mouth and runs*

Generally, you activate explosives before you throw them.

*Waits hangrily for the explosion*

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Teleports out of the armour, which explodes, sending sharp shards of ceramite flying everywhere

Who's to say that wasn't my plan after all?

*Throws a cheesecake at Wylder

[Wylder Treejumper]

*Dodges behind a tree*

*Fires back with a peanut butter pie*

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Dodges the pie and fires a Reese's Pieces machine gun at Wylder

[Rosie Willowwater]

Who said that they would squish you? They could be soft meteors, who knows? Oh, and thank you so very much Rosie for the shield! Mind if I keep it? The day is quite stunning with this shower about to rain upon the Troll King himself, so my Hobbit Hole won't be much protection at the moment.

(Woah, never fall asleep in the cellars ) Not at all good sir. Now, may I stay here for a while? This place seems safer then anywhere else.

[Faiyloe]

*Sits with Skarzs on the roof, because my opponent seems to have disappeared, and watches the meteor shower* I would agree. Oh and while you're here. You mind making this a bit more permanent. *Holds up the pole pan which was duct tapped together*

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Oh yes of course Miss Rosie! The Shire is a very far away place from where they all are fighting. The only reason Groddil got here was because New Zealand is close to Australia. But yes! We have plenty of pies and cakes just lying around. 

[Rosie Willowwater]

Would you like to set up a feast with me for any other peaceful dwellers that come here?

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Certainly! I'll get on it right away!

*Starts away with feast by cooking, frying, boiling, crushing, and mixing*

[Rosie Willowwater]

*Sets the table with expensive cutlery* Does this look good to you?

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Yes! Perfect! Could you please get the chicken out of the oven? The pasta over here needs full attention!