Fenrir's Fangs

A small demon with sharp teeth was driving his claws into the harsh soil out of pure boredom. It had nothing to do, nothing to kill for fun. Then it turns around to see, if there's anything interesting. It cathces the glimps of something colorful. The demon looks in carefully and drops it's teethy jaw out of surprise: colorful teddy bears were innocently sitting on the grass, playing games with each other. The demon rises and licks his claws. Finally, something to kill. It slowly stalks up to one of the teddies. Just as it is a few feet away, one of the bears turns around to witness the approaching monstrosity. And just when the demon gives out a menacing grin in anticipation of the killing, the teddies do their thing....they become covered in blood, have spikes protructing from all over their body and their harmless looking paws transform into bladed arms. It was too late for the demon to espace. The now creepy teddies lunged at the demon and ripped him to shreds, as it shreaked it's agonizing scream. The other demons heard the noise and moved in to investigate. They were surprised by the sight: scary teddies with blades for arms surround a body of a mangled lesser demon. Suddenly, a fireball was sent flying towards a suicide bomber-demon and an explosion occurs, which kills part of the group. A gunshot is heard and another suicider explodes, taking out another group. The surviving demons recover from the explosions only to see a horde of killer teddy bears charging at them. The throw themselves into a charge. Soon both forces clash into an **** of slaughter. Teddies dogpile on one demon and mutilate him, while demons pounce on some of the bears and rip them to shreds. Casualties appear on both sides. A group of larger demons form a circle and rip to shreds any teddy that dares to come near them. Suddenly, one of those larger demons gets a bullet in the head and falls dead instantly. The gap in the circle allowed a group of teddies to pour in the circle and get some from the back. Some of demons proved to be more ferocious than the others and continued their vicious fighting. Hobo and Scalpel joined the melee, cutting their way through the smaller demons towards the larger ones. When they finally reach them, the demons have killed off the nearby teddies and could now focus on the duo. One jumps at Scalpel with the intent of delivering a devastating vertical strike, but the ego manages to side-step the attack and circle around his opponent. He grabs the demon by the head and uses his magic to set the beast on fire. Hobo parries an attack and uses the momentum gained from the block to strike a counter-attack. He stabs the demon in the torso, then pulls out his sword and kicks the demon away. Just as the demon is slain, another one attempts to take away Hobo's life, but before he can strike him, he is pounced by a large group of smaller teddies, who mercilessly stab the demon in all imaginable areas of it's body, until it falls dead. The last larger demon wavers back, knowing the fight is lost and is beginning to think of fleeing, but a timely fireball cancels his plans for escape.
 Hobo looks around to view the scene: mangled and bloody bodies of both demons and teddies lie in front of him. He takes a look at his troops, who look tired from the fighting, but pleased with the victory. Raising his sword, Hobo roars to victory. Everyone follows his example.

As the victors turn to nurturing their wounds, Scalpel approaches Hobo.
- So now what? We've lost quite a substantial number of...troops, if you can call them that.
Hobo does not reply. He lets his imagination do the work for him: the bodies of dead teddy bears are restored back to life and are now once again operational, while the bodies of dead demons rise as skeleton warriors, armed with swords and shields. Scalpel crosses his arms and speaks
- Interesting...the more they die, the more we have men?
- Just like the infected...
Scalpel turns his gaze to another landmass. He points his hand and utters
- That's where the bar is located. It's surrounded by demons with a ranged attack. If we defeat them, we'll have some of that much needed range support.
- Well, I believe we have the numbers to do so, don't you think?
- Indeed. Shall I rally the troops?
- Be my guest.
Scalpel raises his blade and points it toward the next landmass. The horde of skeletons and teddies charge at it...