"Dear lads, we have a traitor to the Grammatical Race!" HoD yells. "It is time to unleash our Third Grammatical Reich! For Die Fuhrer! For Spellczech!" HoD mounts the awaiting comma-tank, and fires the dreaded semi-colon at the raven-headed man.
The stranger cuts open one of the lumps on his neck, and spills blood all over the floor. He then transfoms the liquid into sulfuric acid, and wipes away everything inside in a neon-green glow.
The Hitlers shout "NEIN SCHNITZEL!" and then gurgle and drown in their flourescent graves.
The acidic mess that is eating through the wallpaper begins to re-form itself. The chunks of flesh hanging from the ceiling drop down, and bubble back into the shape of the crow-headed man.
He then proceeds to dust himself off, and licks the acid off of his skin with a tongue that appears to be over 13 foot long.
The stranger cuts down the middle of his own face, and his skull rotates and shifts into a bloody re-alignment similar to a horse's. His flesh rips as fur sprouts beneath, and horns pierce out from his spine. Bleeding, oozing, and screaming, his transformation nears to a close, as instead of a strange crow-headed man, there now stands a hooven hell-beast, ready to charge.
BOOM! She dies. Too bad she'll just respawn. I quickly get my rocketlaunchers and prepare to make some awesome one liners [XM3VW4-zStk&feature=related]
The hell-donkey charges at Nouw, impaling him against the wall with it's horns, and then it sprouts claws from it's back, and begins to rake Nouw's armor.
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