Wendy grins widely and, still holding Chompsy, stomps towards the gates, staff in hand. She roars her threat at the guards atop them and swings the cane around in a complex pattern, aiming it at the first one to poke his head above the battlements. There's a bright flash and he goes down with a deeply unpleasant-looking, rather itchy rash that, while not fatal, is rapidly contagious and lasts for about three days. The itching can only be soothed by warm water - not cured - and lasts for three days or so.<br/><br/>"Come one! Come all!" She snarls, calling upon all the bluster and arrogance  of a true princess. "You do not yet even prove yourselves worthy of death in battle with me! Chompsy....<span style="font-weight: bold">BRING DOWN THE GATES!</span>"<br/><br/>Seeming quite happy about the order, and given a longer chain to work with, the toothy cannonball begins to slam itself against the keep's gateway, being hauled back  each time by the massive hand wrapped around his chain. With her other hand, Wendy sets about blowing lumps out of the wall - not hurting anyone, but surely making them duck.<br/><br/>It's also loud enough to hear deep within the bowels of the keep itself!