Drakkon elected to trust in his own strength. From so far away, there was only one way to take him out.

His warblade from the gods extended hundreds of meters. His magic coursed through its steel to mold its shape as he pleased. Lion-O, too distracted by delivering the present, didn't fight back. It stabbed through his hands, sliced right through his flesh, and pinned him in place to the wall. Mere inches away from the delivery target, he was unable to move as he was effectively skewered into the very house he sought out.

- LetterSequence Round 2