The lonely eremite plans to craft a steel golem to counter that meddling busy-body who zips around so presumptuously in his red clanking suit. Alchemy and enchantment prepare to battle speculative technology. Cackles and sneers punctuate the laborious invention process, while chanting and muttering accent the mystical evocations.
The grecian urn vessel hovers silently over the earth. Palpatine watches closely. The Grays take passive note. The ancient duel of magic and science, armored knight and beast, astral and spectral, light saber and blaster, elf and troll, is about to resolve itself in the cloudy arena over Gotham.
Will the golem belch forth acidic fire into such a cubic volume as to ensure Iron Man a corrosive demise?
Or will Iron Man's repulsor rays prove too much for the medieval construct, hurling it backward through time?
The wild elf collects morning dew and almond butter for the coalesced light militia of the lower sky, the golem's fanciful air support, the diaphanous squadron.
The golem lurches. The iron man blasts off.
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