Constaniana wrote:"Well, possibly shooting up the captives wouldn't help endear us to the people we're trying to convince to revolt. I could manage it with a magic blast, probably...though that would be rather noticeable..." said William.
"Oh, don't tell me you're going to do that finger-beam rubbish of yours again," Excalibur telepathically spoke to William.
"What's wrong with that? I don't always need to do a full-sized Radiant Blast every time I feel like blowing something up with magic," Sir Nilark protested, frowning slightly.
"Yeah, but you don't need to look like Frieza when you do it. You're the best person who's used me in a long while, but I'm not having you acting like the purple alien bugger whose nuts never dropped. That's something The Cunt would want."
"I don't see how you managed to link Frieza and Azhoun together like that," The knight began to respond, before the magical artefact cut him off.
"Nein! Do not quvëstion me, Villheim! I vill nœt havscht zou carrying on like däs race traitor!" Excalibur screeched in a surprisingly good impression of Hilde. "If you won't listen to me I'm sure you'll listen to me if I shout at you in German, since it turns you on or something. Anyhow, ignore your stupid finger-beam idea. I've got this situation handled. Now whip me out so I can show off," it ordered. William complied with Excalibur's request, slowly unsheathing it and holding out from his body. The sword began glowing, shapeshifting into a rifle that looked like the ones the clone troopers used in Star Wars, complete with a magic scope and a great big old-fashioned bayonet on the end. Sir Nilark had the expression of a kid getting a brilliant, unexpected Christmas present.
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" the Yorkshireman mentally asked as he gleefully inspected his new toy.
"Well, you never asked, really," the enchanted weapon replied. If it had a human body it most likely would have shrugged.
"Yes, because the first thing I think to ask my sword is whether or not it can transform into a Blaster rifle,"
"Not just a laser gun, you know. I can also turn into a battleaxe, a warhammer, toothpick, an umbrella, a torch, a coathanger, a cute toy stuffed narwhale, and a bikini," Excalibur bragged.
"Well, this is convenient," William said aloud. "And I imagine it can disable the caravan's tires. Well, is there anything else we should go over before we set off?"
"You can disable the tires but the blast will be noticeable? Er, is that a good idea?" Fen eyed the knight, having not been privy to the quiet conversation between the man and his sword.
She rubbed her forehead and pulled two aspirin from her pocket. These were swallowed dry just like the prior six earlier that morning. Maybe she could share her headache with the damn telepathic angels. "We don't want to damage the caravan too much, do we? We need it operable so Aziraphale and Calliel can drive it. Then again, I don't suppose the last one would stop for a bit of exposed leg? Or else I can just try to freeze the spinny parts to slow it and then you all jump them?"