Were this in the Captain's native homeland of Captania, Derfie would certainly be at a loss. Perhaps the ground before them would have been rickety, ready to collapse inward to any charging adversaries. Perhaps some elaborate pulley-system would have been prior-rigged to dump thousands of skittering marbles onto her head and under her heels.

This was not the matrix of Captain's lifetime, however, and in reality they were just as prone to surprise and victimization as any other feckless boob. They gave a huge, bellowing squawk as Derfie rammed into their kidneys, throwing their cape-pants as high as a bouquet of flowers into the crowd that was watching, and flailed like a jiggly fish. Their hollering resolved into a desperate cry: "Snippy!! Save me from this harpy!"

They then proceeded to make a raucous racket that could only be considered poorly rendered crow or raven caws, as though summoning someone in this fashion were only normal in emergency situations.