"Good thing it was only vinegar," thought Ninjitsu.
"I still can't believe she could she could see me...
I may have to step up my game here."
Ninjitsu slashed the air around him with his katars, leaving shimmering scars all around him.
He shot arrows across the sky, leaving trails of glowing energy.
He grabbed his scythe by the hilt, spinning as fast as he could, leaving a tornado of color in his wake.
He stepped back, and looked at his work.
It put Picasso to shame, if he dared to compare.
She actually thought she could insult him, then just walk away? Hah! He'd show her.
She might have the right to call herself a "magic master", but magic wasn't the only trick the Astral Assassin had up his sleeves. Hell, he hadn't even rolled up the cuffs yet.
Out of each scar, rift, and slash crawled out a different colored, letter shaped monster.
Well, they weren't really monsters; they were so damn cute. Each was only about 3 feet tall, and they had varying facial expressions, ranging from happiness at the chance to return to fighting, or sadness at all the blood that someone would have to wipe up when they were finished.
Others were angry that Ninjitsu had called them into formation for such a weak opponent, while others were simply in ecstacy at the chance to escape the astral plane and were itching to battle.
Each one held a different weapon as well, suited to its style of combat. Some wielded spears, some with knives, others with swords, or guns. So much variety, yet so well coordinated.
The Alphabet soup had arrived.
"Hmm...
Alright, boys. I want T, E, A, and L to stand at the ready." commanded Ninjitsu as he sweeped over his troops with a quick head count.
He counted 50, meaning 2 were missing.
Ah, yes,
those two.
The 8 soldiers he called to attention stood by, ready to receive their orders.
"Let's show her what we're made of, shall we?"
The warriors uttered a battle cry, eager to be called into service after so long a period of dormancy.
Finally, now they would wreak havoc once more. They would mark the night sky with Ninjitsu's vengeance. They would draw lines of chaos across the countenance of the magic woman.
And, just for kicks, Ninjitsu put away his weapons.
He decided to keep his phasing armor on, adding gloves and joint protection, and drew a single weapon. Quite literally.
Ninjitsu, ready to leap into the fray with his men at the poor excuse for a magician who had turned her back to him, wielded a single weapon.
A purple crayon.