There was simply too much happening. Or too much that happened. In his concussed state, Night could see the horrible events unfold before him. He lay there, powerless with no energy to even struggle. What kind of a world was this? Were things perpetually this extreme here? For the first time, Night was rendered immobile without much effort. Of course, his choice contributed in such a thing happening, but he would never regret protecting a child.
*ZZzzzpptt*
A mechanism mounted onto the central figures hand, it was awkwardly shaped, resembling that of a dragon or a drake, however, what shot out was a dart, a metal dart that seemed to be imbued or modified with a unknown element, giving it a brown hue. The dart pierced through 'Lance's' skull churning through the insides and creating a clean hole.
"We're done here,"
*Jingle*
Had exams so was traveling goats