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Yes, the spell had been broken. The Chosen Ones could feel their life force stabilizing, their strength returning to them and boosted from Vargas' battlecry. As one entity, they would rise like the vengance of man, brandishing their weapons. Max's robotic arm begins to bulge again, but this time it was increasing the strength of his punch. Adam's sword would begin to glow again, literally pulsating with the essence of Order that coursed within its steel blade. Fancy would reach into Jack's backpack and pull out a comically large sharpener, bigger than the backpack itself, and briefly sharpen his pencil before putting it back in. What they lacked in combat equipment, Toons made up for their knowledge of the infinite dimension of hammerspace. Whilst Fancy Pants was attending to his weapon, Jack would get out a bamboo cane which had a boater perched on its handle. He decided to put it on for tradition's sake.
Then they began to feel another sensation, this time not draining their energy, but replenishing it and boosting it. If their eyes would glow, they would, but the only visual effect of this was the recent wrinkles buffing out, the Chosen Ones looking more young than they had been. With this newly found vigour, the Chosen Few would sprint again at the God. This time, Adam attempted a rightward slash at Maxwell's right knee, Max would aim a metallic uppercut at her chin, Fancy would stab at her left elbow and Jack would run behind the God, leap up and slam his bamboo cane down on her cranium,