Without warning, the area is bathed in magenta energy as five energized playing cards are thrown into the main body of the Jorgmund soldiers. The energy just enough to send them flying and, hopefully, make it easier for Greg's Bag of Entanglement to grab up a few more of them.

"Y'all'd be advised t' stay down," Remy drawls, another set of playing cards dropping into one hand, the other carrying a long, metal bo staff. "Ain't many of us in a charitable 'nough mood not to make you, after all."