With a might rumble, softly at first, the glasses hanging on the walls start to rattle, then a little louder, thump thump thump. Shark comes running out of the Kitchen tearing his kitchen garb off  I remember what that sound means. COLOSSA!!!!!!! To arms people!!!" says Shark rushing out the front door of the tavern.
 

Shark exits the bar and stops just outside the veranda and pulls out a little dog whistle and gives a long toot on it. With a mighty screech, a magnificent windstorm blows up as FlyingShark lands and Shark mounts the mighty black dragon that has not been seen around these parts for a while. "To the skies!" Shark orders as a gale of wind almost takes the door of the tavern off as they wing into the skies.

Emberson jumps from the table (slightly tipsy from all the free drinks). He whistles for his dragon, tied to the great tree outside. "The Shark should not have to fight alone!!!! he shouts.

Hearing the ruckus, Mandos untangles himself, regrettably, from the bath wenches. Dripping wet, he dashes outside, dressed in a purple and green bath towel, just in time to see everyone else taking off on their dragons.
"Hey, what about me?" the dumpy warrior calls out, but the roar of dragons, and crash of the Colossa, drowned out his voice.

Dashing back into the tavern he grabs his magical axe, which is almost as tall as him, and then runs back outside. Breaking a branch from a tree, Mandos draws a Pentagram in the dusty floor of the street and steps inside it. Mumbling a few words, he then bangs the shaft of his axe on the ground 4 times. The ground around him begins to crack and from below four Magma Demons arise and bow before him.  "Servants of fire, my new friends are in danger. Rise up and we shall defend this place together, says Mandos. The demons bow and form an honor guard around the stumpy man, and together they march forward towards the ever-growing din of the approaching giant, Mandos still dripping wet and dressed in a towel.