Penny couldn't help but sign, caught between the sharptooth on the beach throwing a temper tantrum and the cyclops on the stairs getting all defensive over her Epithet. Your epithet was like your underwear, of course you don't go whipping it out all willy-nilly for every little thing that made you mad. Then there was this girl on the beach. She couln't hear what that teacher had said, but whatever it was it must have stung. How could anyone get that upset over a few words? Not even the actual kids here were as bad as these two absolute children. Maybe she should just head back to her room if these two were content to keep spoiling the atmosphere around here. 

She stood up on the banister, content to take one last look at the ocean before hopping down when Sharptooth got done destroying the little girls castle and turned her attention on Penny. 

It wasn't what she'd said about [i]Chance Lords[/i] that stopped Penny in her tracks. She already thought it was a pretty stupid buy, this girl wasn't going to change her opinion on that. She didn't even think the girls misconception about what she'd been looking at was worth addressing. This wasn't what she came to this resort for, there were plenty of things she could be doing, she could just walk away and be done with it. 

Instead she opened up her bag. "What about eyebrows?" she growled, pulling out her thermos and letting the bag drop to the ground below. "They're not that big. My glasses make them look bigger than they are!" She lied, spinning the cap on the thermos and letting it drop beside the bag. She leaned forward and turned the thermos over, the water pouring out and splattering into a puddle the sand was rapidly eating up. That was all right. She only needed the water to be there for a second. She jumped from the banister, landing on one knee as her hand plunged into the puddle and just kept going, slinking in up to the elbow. The puddle continued to shrink, closing around her arm, but as she rooted around the sand never moved like it would if her hand was just buried in it. Penny knew what it was though. This wasn't a puddle. It was a deep dark lake, and she felt something be thrust into her hand by the denizen of that lake. 

She stood, ripping her soaking wet arm from the water and sending droplets fling from the the real ass sword she now gripped the pommel of. It didn't look like a real ass sword. In fact, no real ass sword probably ever looked like with. It had a hilt of gold, beset with jewels of all colors that would probably bounce out the first time it struck armor. The blade gleamed silver in the sunlight, bearing no nicks or scars at all. Certainly no real ass sword ever audibly went [i]Shinnnnnng[/i] whenever it moved, and in her hand it seemed to have no real weight to it. It would honestly look more natural on a stage or in some video game, and yet there was so intangible realness to it. 

There was a flash of light from it, and the water that remained on it seemed to be pushed from its body onto Penny where it grew into a title wave that washed over her. When it was done her old clothes had washed away, replaced with something unmistakable regal and unbearably ostentatious. Penny was going to hate herself later for how attention grabbing she was now, but that didn't matter. This girl had hurt her feelings, so she'd whipped out her Epithet.

She spun the sword once and slammed it blade first into the earth. There was a pulse of power, a disturbance in the sand, and then with a burst the earth birthed five little creatures. Short, fat little men with beards so big and bushy you could really only make out their beady little black eyes and big round noses through the lot of it. Their skin, what could be seen though the hair, the tunic, the boots, and the little overall trousers they wore, was tanned the deep leathery brown of men that labored outside for their daily bread since they could walk. On top of each was a floppy red hat, and in each of their hands was a simple tool. A pair a shovels, a pair of hoes, and one that just had a wooden bucket. They looked around in confusion for a few moments, until one of them noticed Penny. "Yes, my liege?" 

This caught the others attention, as they turned as one and let out a chorus of shouts;

"My King!"
"All Hail The King!"
"More Work?"
"My Lord?"

Penny pulled the sword from the ground and rested it on her shoulder, breathing slightly heavily. Then she extended her sword at Sharptooth, pointing it at her feet. "Rebuild."

The little men didn't take any time to register the command. One of them just went "For The King!" before the lot of them took off and started piling and shaping sand, the one with the bucket even sprinting down to the ocean to get a bucket of water so they could work with mud. In a few moments they had already gotten the basic foundation of a castle back up and were only shaping it faster from there. 

While they worked Penny stepped over to sharptooth. Only when she got close did she really notice how much taller than this girl she was and it made her feel childish, but also powerful. "I am doing [i]nothing[/i] with my life right now. All I wanted from the beach was quiet and relaxation, but now it seems like I have to build a [i]spite[/i] castle for a little kid I don't even know." she said. "What about you Godzuki? What did you want from the beach? If I get it for you will you stop yelling on the beach?"