Gorrim waved his hilt, slipping with a SPLAT into a flour pile. "By the crown's grace!" he gasped, coughing up a cloud of dust. "This powder betrays me!"
I focused, the Heart and quill glowing brighter, their combined buzz like a choir of hyperactive bakers. I pointed the quill, and a massive eclair materialized, long as a lance and oozing cream. It smacked Vythrax's chest with a SPLAT, cream dripping down his scales like a dessert avalanche. He froze, sniffing the pastry like a gourmet critic at a royal feast. "This… is new," he rumbled, his fiery glow dimming slightly, like he was reconsidering his life choices.
"Like it?" I shouted, dodging a claw swipe that cracked the floor with a BOOM. "There's more where that came from!" The quill flared again, and a cinnamon roll the size of a boulder rolled out, tripping Vythrax with a THUD that shook the vault. He roared, but his eyes were locked on the pastries, his tail twitching like a cat chasing a laser pointer.
