......

I'd say that was anti-climactic, but considering how weak the rest of them were...

[Even if they'd been on time, you couldn't have called it a fight. This was almost on par with the prinnies challenging him to a baseball game.

He tucks his sword away into his scarf and glances over his vassals.]

Someone make sure Casper and his lot are actually out of the castle. I don't want to be dealing with any more of this nonsense.