The sword spins from the orchard; scatters the drive of the storm!
Garden Gnome continues with the sword: this time using a fancy spin move to both ward off the blows, scattering them to the wind and trying to put the pointy end into the little green giant.
The wolf demolishes the tower; parts the blood of the canine! *yen*
Trying to dodge the lightning and avoid being popped, Garden Gnome howls and charges the pillar of 3 foot might known as Eilan, hoping to dodge any blows from the mangy cur.
The scythe slashes the temple; fends off the energy of the sands!
Recovering from the Dark Force Lightning from Emperor Eilanpatine, Garden Gnome leans in and does his impression of death while preparing to dissapate the energy of the inevitable counter-strike.