[Some time into the fight, a few Magma grunts come running in a panic from the northeastern side of the battlefield. If they are somehow stopped and interrogated, all they can do is babble quickly about being good boys and girls, really, they swear, please let them go. And if whoever interrogates them decides to look for the source of their terror, they might find themselves having to dodge both more panicking grunts and projectiles.
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Extremely colorful projectiles.
Extremely colorful exploding projectiles.
...Merry early Christmas, everyone!]