The core of the swarm where they grouped thickest dispersed, and out of their midst they deposited the blue cloaked figure. He could see clearly where its leg was missing.

It swept its cloak off of itself and Dante finally saw its true form. There stood a little wooden toy soldier. Its paint was marred in places by deep scars and scrapes. Instead of the usual rosy cheeked mouth it bore a painted sneer. Cold plastic eyes twinkled out from under the brim of its military cap, along with a few tufts of grey cotton for hair.

A flash of its saber split the locks on the shackled demons’ cages. A second tore through the exit gate. “Go. You’re free.” He told them. “You too.” He added to the toy handlers. “Courtesy of the Demon Intifada Liberation Front.”

- Proletlariet Round 4