All was quiet. Still. A hundred nanos. Two hundred. A quiet, sinister rumble.

And then the Sea (of plushies) parted.

Rinzler surfaced with a cascade of soft-toy collisions, a pair of cat-shaped beanbags weapons grasped in either hand. Bunnies, gridsharks, and ponies rained down around the dark figure, a squishy octopus draped with perfect balance over the top of his helmet. He turned. He found his target.

He struck.