He sends his troops down to help the other brave patrons of the Tavern, and their loyal forms. They charge into the fray, Axes drawn.

-Vippid- then heads by himself straight at one of the Colossa that is apart from the others, just approaching the battle zone. The Colossa looks puzzled by this one lone figure approaching it. Surely, one warrior on his own can't do much to it...

As -Vippid- gets close, the Colossa stops and stares at him, ready to squash him or fend off some magical attack. -Vippid- reaches behind him, and pulls out his weapon of choice - a megaphone, and begins to talk to the Colossa. The Colossa is stunned by this course of events, and pauses in its attack. It is confused by, but somehow entranced by the ramblings of this figure as it goes on about "NAP's" and "Honor" and a tale about someone named Ssteen, and descriptions of a huge party, and why forms are bad, and so on, and so on...

The Colossa can't seem to tear itself away from listening to the nonstop rant. It goes on and on for several hours, much of it being repeated, several times. The Colossa is vaguely aware that it seems to have missed out on the big battle, and several of its brothers have fallen to the swarms of defenders and their forms. Still the one in front of it won't shut up. It can't take much more of this. It tries a few times to stomp on -Vippid-, but without any success. The talking just goes on and on. The warrior starts to talk about the things he intends to do to one called "Spooky", and that is log that breaks the Colossa's back. It has just gotten too much information, and wants no more. It turns away from the Tavern and begins to walk back to its homelands. Much to its dismay, the talking thing seems to be following it on horseback - still talking. It starts to run, but the warrior screaming at him with the horn thing in his mouth stays with him. It clutches its ears, but that does not stop the rambling from getting through. Doesn't this thing ever shut up? It swats at the warrior a few more times. To no avail. "OH NO! It is starting to talk about the Ssteen thing again!" is the thought racing through the Colossa's small mind. It can take no more...
-Vippid- watches from the foothills as the huge form starts to climb a mountain in an effort to get away from him. As it gets fairly high up, he notices that it pauses on a jutting cliff, and looks back straight at him. He picks up his megaphone again and says: "Don't worry, this thing is strong enough that you'll be able to hear me from up there! Heck, you might even hear me in stereo as there is bound to be an echo!"

Suddenly, with these words, the jutting cliff of rock gives way. Was it his imagination, or did -Vippid- see the thing jump up and down just before the colapse? Anyway, the Colossa falls several thousand feet, with tons of rubble and bolders following in tow. The Colossa is shattered on impact with the valley floor at the foot of the mountain, and the pieces promptly covered by the rockslide. After a few moments the rumbling fades and the clouds of dust settle. Colossa's and mountains just don't mix well.

As he turns back towards the Tavern, to see if his help is still needed there, he glances over his shoulder a last time to where the Colossa plunged to his death, and ponders out loud...
"Was it something I said?"