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|Jillian Zamussels, Vanna, and Duncan Scone are seen from the side, seated on their megalogwiffs. Vanna is holding both arms out in front of her with hands flat and facing away from her, as if pushing something; a ball of pinkish-red sparkles surrounds her hands. Jillian and Duncan are looking toward her. In the background behind them is another megalogwiff and several gwiffons.|||
|Vanna: That's... really weird.|||
|Ansom is seen in a head-and-shoulders view from behind; a ball of the same pinkish-red sparkles surrounds his head. He is looking up at Jillian's squadron, where Jillian, Vanna, and Duncan are clearly visible in the approaching front rank.|||
|Vanna: Don't know what I'm looking at, but I can't turn him from here.|||
|The three magalowgiffs bearing Duncan, Vanna, and Jillian are seen from behind and above. They are approaching Ansom, who is mounted on his spidew at the head of his column of troops.|||
Vanna: No, I'm outa juice, sorry.
|A medium closeup of Duncan Scone, who is facing toward his right and speaking. Several flying units, including a gwiffon and rider, are visible in the sky around him.|||
|Chief Warlord Duncan Scone: Or... perhaps just go muster with Jetstone for the full assault?|||
|Jillian leans to her right and looks down toward the ground. More units of her squadron are flying behind her.|||
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|A front view of the air group, with the three megalogwiffs carrying Jillian, Vanna, and Duncan side by side in the foreground.|||
|Queen Jillian Zamussels: You know what would be refreshingly direct?|||
|Ansom is seen from the front of his formation in the saddle of his Spidew which is gaping, eyes wide in shock or fear. He is leaning forward, scowling slightly and pointing upwards with his left hand and has drawn his sword in his right. Some decrypted pikers in the background are wearing angry looks of surprise as they bring their spears into combat positions.|||
|A group of six megalogwiffs, with Jillian's in the middle, swoop down toward Ansom on his spidew.|||
|Queen Jillian Zamussels: Hold still, loverboy.|||
|Jillian's megalogwiff slams down onto the spidew, which is squashed flat, with dozens of hearts indicating the impact. Gray stuff (webbing, perhaps) squishes out around the spidew's underside.|||
|Tramennis and Duke Adam Antium are seen from their right rotated to the front. Tramennis is shielding his eyes from the sun with one arm looking straight ahead, the Duke looks over his left shoulder. Some Jetstone soldiers and a Haggar Warlord can be seen behind Tramennis on his left.|||
Sound: NORP! NORP! NORPPrince Tramennis: What have we now?
|Tramennis and Adam Antium, along with a few other units, are seen from behind as they watch the approach of Jillian's flying units. Ansom is held by Jillian's megalogwiff, his head and shoulders protruding from its front. Another megalowgiff flying alongside Jillian's is riderless, and appears to be weeping.|||
|Prince Tramennis: Incredible.|||
|Tramennis and Duke Adam Antium are in the foreground on the left of the panel; they are seen from the right, slightly to the back facing towards Ansom's head and shoulders that are still protruding from the Megalogwiff on the right side of the panel. Tramennis looks amused; Ansom's head is tilted back slightly looking at Tramennis and scowling. The Haggar Warlord is facing towards Ansom with a dark scowl just behind the Megalogwiff. Jetstone and Haggar soldiers fill the background on his right.|||
Ansom: Hello again, brother.Prince Tramennis: Turnabout is not only fair, it's also quite fun.
|Tramennis and Adam Antium look up toward Jillian, who is bringing her megalogwiff in for a landing as she raises both arms in an emphatic gesture. Ansom's head and shoulders are sticking out of the right side of the megalogwiff's body. In the background, more of Jillian's flyers are approaching.|||
This was just ...delightfully direct.Queen Jillian Zamussels: That's what I said!