>>5723012>>5723020>>5723026>>5723048>>5723062>>5723108>>5723119>>5723148>>5723156>>5723157>Let the knight finish him>Find Molly some clothingYou would love to slam dunk the chicken, truly, but you’re without the means for a proper hoop and–what’s a wizard if not meticulous about details? You also suppose it best for the knight to bring this fowl to a foul end, as would befit a knight and demon lord.
“As you are, hero.” You gently remove the chicken from his hands and try your best to ignore the pain of its beak against your fingers. “If you would put an end to this villain’s sorcery once and for all, a death half-a-century in the making..”
“Oh–oh! Right! Right, your master.” The green knight places a hand on the hilt of CALIBURN, swinging the green blade up high above his head. You wince. You don’t like swinging blades around your master’s face. “Okay, so.. I just bring it down on his head?”
“Yes. And try to be decisive about it. I don’t believe this transformation will last too long.” You keep your hand firm over the chicken’s gullet–though, you wonder if the armor will retain the form of a chicken after death. Maybe you could cook it..? Would that be in bad taste?
“Oy, pineneedle. What are you thinking?” Bredbeddle side eyes you. “I don’t like that look in your face.”
“Okay.. okay. DEMON BARON STREGA. You’ve burned innumerable poor souls to clinkers in life and you’ve only hurt more past your death. You’ve warped your form well beyond what’s natural and dragged your poor soul to the very limits of the void.” He murmurs a small prayer for the chicken. “May your next life be a more peaceful and kind one.”
He brings CALIBURN down atop the DEMON LORD’S poultry head, and in just a second’s time, the cinders of a once great demon lord are lost to the wind. The chicken remains headless on the ground, blood staining the green knight’s blade for the first time.
“Are you Lady Sigrid yet?” You frown.
“Uh. No. Sorry.” He looks back up to you. “Do you want me to stab him again?”
>Start shaking him again. This time will DEFINITELY work.>Consider casting something. Maybe you can help ease his soul to a gentle rest yourself?>Ok, try stabbing him again. >[Write-In.] 