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~ The kobold's armor was gleaming with the reflections of the bright lights above, the gray wooden sword held firmly to his grasp. All around, the crowds of customers were cheering with excitement at each of his lunges and feints. Down in the dirt and heavy sequences of movement, the dragon looming above could just barely be heard by the kobold.

~ "To the left..", the dragon called, "..and down..", the dragon ducked low, "And finish me after a roar.."

~ The crowd could hear nothing of the stage directions, the princess and her microphone mincing about atop the table scattered with the remains of dishes and the show's earlier mayhem. The dragon rose up above the kobold knight, calling out to the roof above with a throaty roar. As the crowd muttered into silence, the kobold leapt into the air and whunked the sword down firmly onto the dragon's shoulder.

~ Catching the kobold as he tumbled backwards, the dragon sprawled out into the floor's dust and hay.

~ The princess squealed in delight to the crowd, "Oh! I am saved! I shall forever and now owe this knight but one kiss this evening! Come, mighty savior, and remove your helmet that I may gaze upon your..", the microphone cutting out for a moment as the kobold approached and dropped his helmet into a pile of hay.

~ The princess' shriek started before the microphone cut back in, though her flailing of arms telegraphed the meaning to the crowd. "Oh! An increasingly smaller dragon has beset upon me! Is there no further champion to my rescue?"

~ As timely as he ever was on cue, the show's gryphon leapt down from the behind the tarp concealing him in the rafters. For a moment he stood tall in the center of the stage floor, a faint dusting of glitter causing him to shimmer softly under the lamps. He began to stride over towards the kobold, as the kobold released his breastplate to allow flimsy cloth wings to pop out from his back.

~ The princess glanced between the new arrival and the kobold of moments earlier, "Oh dear, this will not be entertaining at all! You're far too large for this act, belated champion!", turning her attentions back to the crowd, "Is there no increasingly smaller champion to further my rescue?"

~ The kobold stomped around at the base of the table menacingly, while the gryphon slunk over to the princess to lean into the microphone for a comment in passing, "Then I shall make of my own princess!", he declared along his way towards the still sprawled dragon. As he knelt down, the gryphon pulled a tall princess' hat from his jacket to slide onto the dragon's head. From the distance, the crowd could not see the elastic strap holding it on, though their laughter was enough to make clear they understood the humor.

~ As he was scooped up into the gryphon's arms, the dragon's posture shifted to that of a dainty maiden being toted away from railroad tracks, an exaggerated swoon up towards the gryphon's beak. Their own giggles went drowned out by the crowd's raucous cheers as a fennec strode out from under a curtain and towards the tables to brandish his own wooden sword to the rampaging kobold's might.