As soon as the ginger hits the ground he realizes this wasn't as easy of target as he had perceived, [i]Time for backup[/i], he tells himself. Chuckling as two of the animals argue about intelligence, the ginger swings his ax into the floor. A rift to the void opens and the ginger drops to a knew and begins chanting in an ancient tongue. Soon his demons shall come, and this "God Modder" will have his reckoning. Maybe he could nab the soul of that M if he felt like it.

Summon: |/4