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"You're a reckless man, Maxwell," said John. "I respect that. It takes balls - sorry, cubes - for a man to risk the death of his comrades when fighting his enemy."
Max would look back at him with a withering look. No one except Jonathan calls him Maxwell, which is a bit of a mouthful when referring to a cuboid who can lift hillocks. The beam would eventually thin out, the whirring noise from the arm slowing down to a halt.
As soon as it started to thin, the Chosen Few chose to let loose hell on the god. Fancy would leap on top of the god and start repeatedly stabbing at it's red eyes with his pencil. Max would go for a cyber-arm hook on Cardes' left arm at the elbow, potentially dislocating it. Jack would momentarily be behind his comrades with an expression of intense cerebration before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a cream pie. With a moment's thought, he would also get out a stick of dynamite and stick it into the pie. He then gets out a match, ignites it with the soles of his shoe, and lights the fuse. Satisfied, he would run up to Cardes and fling it at his face. Fancy, in response, would backwards somersault from the head just as the pie hits Cardes, the dynamite detonating in the precise moment it reaches it's destination.
John would sprint to his brother, who was still looking over the edge of the platform. "Can't you summon it back, then?"
"Dunno, John. How far d'you think it fell?"
The smarter brother calculated the depth of the void. "Pretty far, I'd think."
Adam nodded, then, for the sake of trying, held out his hand as if to retrieve his vacant sword through telekinesis. There was no sign of an effect, no rumbling sound of the air being manipulated, no glint of the sword. Then they became aware of a sound above them, like a multitude of particles being sliced in half. Just as John turned around, the sword embedded itself into the stone of the platform with a thunk. He looked up with a look of confusion as his brother re-enacted the preluding event before the crowning of King Arthur. As he pulled the sword from the platform, it hummed with a white light.
With newly-found vigour, Adam rushed towards the malevolent god, leapt into the air and stabbed into the beast's chest. The glowing sword would burn into the wound with the fury only found in an enchanted piece of weaponry given semi-sentience.