[The Saucepan Man]

"Don't panic!" yelled the Saucepan Man, as he launched his pannic attack.

The momentum of his headlong hurtle down the auditorium (punctuated only by the odd clatter as he tripped, rolled over and kept running) carried him straight into the first of the canine terrors. Reacting instantly, he brought the huge black frying pan to bear on the wolf's muzzle. The beast let out a terrifying whimper as its legs crumpled beneath it.

As he whirled round with surprising grace, the trusty pot in Saucepan's other hand met the chest of another of the beasts as it leapt towards him, jaws snapping furiously.

"Back to Pan-demonium with you, Hound of Hell!" he cried victoriously as the unfortunate wolf was knocked back and landed against the side of the stage with a howl.

As the assembled Elves and Hobbits surrounded the two felled beasts, a third crept up on Saucepan from behind. Attempting to catch him in its mighty maw, its jaws met only the steel of a large cooking pot. The wolf retreated and then, as Saucepan turned, jumped at him. Its weight knocked him flying back against the wall of the auditorium with a mighty crash.

As he slumped to the floor, Saucepan briefly caught a glimpse of Mithadan wandering back out onto the stage before he lost consciousness, more in complete and utter shock at the surprisingly co-ordinated and effective nature of his attack than anything else.

[ May 06, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]