“The first one to tell me where my wife is gets to come out of this alive!” Stan yelled as he kicked open the door in front of him. The room behind him was already littered with people who had neither surrendered nor answered his question satisfactorily.

“The few of us who do know what you are talking about will not tell you anything. We already have reserve troops coming in to handle you. So it doesn’t really matter what you want,” answered a man nearly as tall as Stan himself. The ego he exuded did nothing to temper Stan’s rage.

Stan stepped forward and began once again slicing down his foes. He didn’t care if reinforcements were coming or not as long as he managed to cause enough damage to sate his anger for the time being. “Ready?” Stan asked out loud.

“I am. I can sense several ogres outside,” Excalibur answered.

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“Perfect,” Stan sliced Excalibur one more time across the person in front of him before raising it above his head. Energy lanced out of the sword in all directions, tearing through the building and bouncing through everything it hit. Within moments, the pair were the only two still alive in the room.

As Stan left the building, he spotted two of the ogres still alive, if only barely on the ground. After a brief internal debate about leaving them, he decided they were likely innocents in this and that if Bug could help them as well, it could be a boon for their war.

“We have to bring them with us, don’t we?” Stan asked the sword.

“Seems like the right thing to do, no matter how angry you may be,” Excalibur replied.

Stan sighed as he went to work getting the two back to the void house.