Darren gaped, staring at the massive monster. He was numb, disbelieving; it went beyond anything he could've ever imagined, and he'd seen some truly horrific things in his time wandering the Wastelands. He wanted to run, far, far away, and hide himself from the devastation personified before him. But then the horrific, draconic being said something that made him forget all about his own fear.<br/><br/>"The land of mushrooms is no more? No, foul beast! I deny you, and I spit on you, and I would die a thousand deaths before I allow you to besmirch this holy place with your foul essence! Begone!"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"N̷̤̦̤O̤̼̦ͅ."</span><br/><br/>"Then the Chosen shall battle you! You will know death, creature!" Darren rose from his seat (noticing a patch of fungus growing under each of his armpits - he was chosen as well) and stood beside Viktor, who he could now see was garbed in gleaming, mushroomy armor from head to toe. He had never seen such glory before; he would surely die before seeing anything like it again.<br/><br/>While the demon had retrieved its instrument, a foul, contemptuous thing, from the depths of the abyss, the protectors of good had other means at their disposal. The stringing of harps could be heard, reverberating through the air itself, and Darren watched as a group of Mushroomairies came down, their fluttering, shroom-shaped wings sparkling with goodness, magic and power. They dropped a single, tiny mushroom in front of Darren, and another behind him; he watched, transfixed, as the one in front of him grew with incredible speed, branching out until he was staring at a series of mushroom caps in varying sizes, with flat, stiff surfaces. One of them looked vaguely metallic, and another was quite large, and meant to be hit on its side. For he understood what he was looking at, even as the mushroom behind him grew into a stool that he sat on, clutching two mushsticks that had dropped into his hands from the heavens above.<br/><br/>He glared up at the many-limbed hellbeast, and quickly flew into an epic fucking drumshroom solo that made the monster flinch; he hitched a grim smile onto his visage, even as the Mushroomairies came down once again, this time going towards Viktor.<br/><br/>"I hope you're ready for war.”