Odhran heard a rather unpleasant ruckus, turning around to see that the Wizard Saint had gotten up and now Amittai's skull was flying through the air. "Told ya, boss. Should've focused on the Wizard Saint first." As soon as the words escaped Amittai's... skeletal equivalent of lips, the Spirit faded into a light blue dust, dissipating into the Celestial Spirit Realm.
"That's..." Odhran said, more irritated than anything. "Look, Amittai, I need to make sure I make a scene! No villain worth his weight in bread loaves would just immediately take down the hero! Villainy 101 says that you need to make sure your plans for killing your opponent are long, drawn out, and easily escapable! Honestly, Amittai! You'd think you'd know better on matters of being evil with the whole 'being a skeleton' thing."
"Sir Odhran?" Pudley asked, a mace of licorice in his hand. "I do believe that Sir Amittai is actually quite a pleasant man despite being a skeleton."
Odhran looked over and shrugged. He stood in silence for a moment before coming to a realization. "Oh, right. The Wizard Saint killed Amittai. She can't do that! Shoot her, or something!"
Sir Pudley nodded and charged ahead, swinging his mace as he did, a giant ball of candies and cookies merged as a meteorite tearing its way through the tavern and towards the Wizard Saint. Pudley knew that, despite his honor as a knight, he was first and foremost a protector of his Liege, Queen Lolly of Candyland, Fourth of her Name, Caesarina of the Cuberdon Concretions, Dronning of the Dumle Diatrene, and Taiko of the Turo Rudi Talus, and secondmost the protector of his summoner, Odhran Aegisbane. This woman posed a threat to him, and if he had to go through civilians in order to protect Odhran, he would do so. By time she cleared away the meteor, Pudley had already reached a melee range, swinging his mace defensively, primarily looking to stall for time as Odhran prepared something good for them to do. He was progressively pushed back, each attack of the Wizard Saint denting his shield more and more.
"You certainly are a valid opponent for the Captain of the Third Royal Guard of CandyLand, lady Saint!" he roared, through labored breaths, or whatever Pudley had instead of breaths. "But as my title of Sir Pudley Tafferton, Order of Confectionalot, I will not fall!" He bashed his shield outward, knowing it would do little in terms of damage and only succeed in briefly pushing her away so that he could focus energy into his shield growing massively in size. The licorice mace in his hand faded away into a lance of rock candies, the tip of its spear such small enough to fit in the holes in the cookie shield, keeping him still mostly safe while Odhran continued with his work, Pudley's shield completely blocking any route for the Saint to escape through.
"Sheesh, this woman is annoying!" Odhran said with a pout. "Lupa, do the thing!"
Lupa barked.
"Yes, that thing. The one we talked about."
Lupa barked.
"Yes, at the dog park!"
Lupa barked.
"That one, yeah."
Lupa barked and flew through the wall of the tavern, preparing her own plan that had never failed once ever. Odhran decided to ignore that the plan had never needed to be tried ever, as he never faced an opponent quite yet that he needed to actually strategize around, but what mattered was that Lupa had her own thing to do. Odhran ripped off the gas mask, some of his face peeling away with it. "Now for my turn. Arnaluuk! Prepare yourself for a Brinacle Surge and Vortex of Ice combo! I have my faith in you!"
Arnaluuk nodded, her trident manifesting in her hand as she softly began chanting. Odhran snapped his fingers, his casual clothes manifesting into black armor as his arm blade thinned in its sheer size. His other arm now began to mold and transform as well into yet another blade, this one thinner and shorter and also a chainsaw. He knew that things were serious and that he had to actually focus for once. A thrill rushed to his head, a fire bubbling in his stomach. He had not felt this rush, this excitement, this utter joy and satisfaction in such a long time! A cackle could not help but escape his lips, basking in the absolute enjoyment he was finding in this whole situation.
"Wizard Saint!" he barked, his voice losing its pompousness and casualness and descending into one of pure madness. "You stand before a God! Bend your knee to me!"
He roared into a laugh yet again, his mind racing. The manifestations of his mind, the sheer power that he held with the Ark of Embodiment, the absolute wonders that he as an Avatar of Creation could do began to rise into the real world, bubbling like a cauldron. The walls around them would begin to bleed, each crack of the wooden walls dripping with red sap. The floorboards cracked and shook, the roof would begin manifesting spiders, and the sky itself would begin to take a red tint. His smile was plastered all over his face, the elation of a kid in a candy shop having no chance of matching up to this.
"Sir Odhran! I may not be able to hold much longer!" Pudley roared, still blindly stabbing the spear through the little bit that he could of his spear.
Odhran smiled. "Very well. Hold the line as long as you can. You will be rewarded for your efforts, Pudley. I will assure you, whenever I arrive in my own kingdom, when we create our new world, when reality itself falls under my thumb, I will grant you a kingdom befitting your status and your wishes! All who bend their will, all who succumb to my great power will be granted a place in my grand designs, in my new realm of my own making! Pests like this Wizard Saint shall be cast aside, sent to the flames of my wrath, and I will not let them stand for a moment! I am Odhran Aegisbane, the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm! The God of this World and the Next! I am the very manifestation of all that is desired within a ruler! My power! My might! My wonderful visions shall all become the truth! Behold, people of Fiore! You stand in the presence of a God!"
He could hold his joy in no longer, and he could do nothing but laugh.