The Lord of the Rings army brushed past the Gun Club's formation. Under the dumbfounded stares of the soldiers, they charged wildly toward the Tree People a kilometer away.
The Half-Orc cavalry leading the way ran so awkwardly that it was almost funny.
The Triceratops, which looked like an oversized pig, carried the Dwarven king for a few hundred meters before panting heavily. It seemed liable to collapse by the roadside at any moment from an asthma attack.
A large group of extras howled as they chased the camera, letting loose their wild side.
Pietro, dressed as a human soldier, ran behind Richard.
He watched as a dragon-shaped phantom appeared over Richard Aragorn's back. Every step Richard took left a deep pit in the sand.
Pietro said enviously to the warrior Wanda beside him, "I finally understand why Aragorn's the protagonist. Legolas just doesn't look as exciting as Aragorn.
"What good is it to me that I can run fast? Kings don't need to run fast. Messengers are the ones who need a pair of slave's legs."
As a drone passed overhead, Wanda struck a savage pose, baring her teeth and slashing the air twice with her swords.
After the drone had passed, Wanda looked at Pietro with disdain and said, "Too bad running fast is your only strength. If you can manage to finish school and get into college, then you can think about your legs afterward.
"The faster you run now, the more often you'll end up in the Detention Room.
"Shirley drank Dragon Bone Wine, and her son's so full of vigor now that Frank feels like throwing up.
"The Punisher's in a bad mood, and that 'bad mood' is going to last for years...
"But really, this isn't so bad. I can find plenty of volunteers