The second-to-last floor of the castle spiraled away under a barrage of laser fire. Priceless tapestries, rapidly disintegrating under the heat, fluttered away like moths from an ancient closet. A single Dark Knuckle, unable to flee the area due to being pinned by rubble, was sent flying off into the field, where he miraculously landed unharmed.
Cuban Pete, meanwhile, had finished making his Gargle Blaster. 1 part Uncle Git's Special Reserve Whiskey, 1 part Tunguska Triple Distilled Vodka, 1 part Chateau De Baton Premium Cognac, 1 part Griffeater Gin, 1 part Space Lime Juice, and served in a beaker the size of Pete's head. Gently nursing his quart of hooch, Pete returned to the controls. It was time to get creative!
A series of bolts struck the castle at its western bases, tilting its descend. As the castle fell towards Pete's pod, the frequency of the laser fire increased and the guns' direction of fire was aimed towards the middle of the castle. Breathing excitedly, Pete urged his pod forward, towards the crumbling castle's walls...