[sub][b]A Collaboration with [@Rapid Reader][/b][/sub]

"Well, since you ask so nicely, Mr. Socks," Clara said with a broad smile.

The air crackled with arcane energy as Clara moved her hands and chanted low words in a language dead long before death had really managed to make the jump from theoretical idea to applied destroyer of all that ever was. A jumble of broken bones levitated in the air near the edge of the boulder. Mended with magic, the bones began to snap together, forming a grim puzzle of that soon towered some nine feet over three wizards. Despite being a motley collection of bones, the creature moved with a strange grace and held the massive halberd it had picked up off the ground with clear purpose.

The bone golem nodded towards Val respectfully before turning to face the closet fins that swam through the flowers. No eye sockets were needed for it to cast a judgmentful glance at Nick Nacks as it turned.

Nick Nack's didn't take the jest well, appearing to do a harrumph before hissing back, his sock visage reared back like a cobra. " I am not Mr SOCKS. Mind your tongue, necromancer, for you are speaking to Nick Nacks, the wonderful fantabulous mage, the third of the New Sockomancer Order ,whose preminence defies - " In the middle of his talking, he morphed back into Fred. The literal hand puppet began bouncing his thumb and pinky back in a mock clap. " Oh, oh, oh, that was super amazing!" He bounced up and down with joy before pointing a finger towards the bone golem. " I'm gonna call you Mr Snuggles!" 

Fred then ripped out a lone tulip gently from its roots, waving over to Mr Snuggles. " Here, Mr Snuggles. I got a flower to put on your - BLOODS AND GUTS!"  Tyroden the Terrible was now present, roaring to the peaceful winds with all the force a maniacal pixie dictator could muster. " This tulip will be the first victim which I offer to my masters!" 

The pixie overlord then began tearing into the tulip savagely with gusto, ripping the petals from the base and generally committing all sorts of crimes against flowerkind. After he was done, he tossed its corpse to the ground and then, looked over towards the field of flowers. Ignoring the pleadings of the unworthy in his head, he roared into the winds before charging in a beeline towards the sharks without abandon. 

" Huge fins. Huge sharks....." He growled. " That means you have huge guts! Huge guts to rip and tear!"