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This was not part of Mor's calculations. He stacked sheep as ammunition, and he was not ready for that chimeric mutation.

His vocal cords grew tense. The mass of soggy fluff began to stir, and Mor backed away quickly, forced to his feet. Quickly he shambled to the nearest discernible person, who happened to be currently sleeping at the most inappropriate possible time.

The sheep stood up even more upright. Whatever force gave it existence did not matter - all that mattered was the sheep chimera's existence itself. Its towering form struck fear into Mor; even more so when he remembered that he was to blame for it.

"Did - I did this." He fell to his knees beside the sleeping man, and despair clawed at whatever sort of thing he had in place of a soul. Then it was quickly replaced by a mix of fear and rage, and most of all confusion. His calculations were now completely thrown out of whack, and he was completely lost with all his plans so abruptly being rendered useless.

In confused rage he picked up the sleeping man by the legs and tossed him into the mass of fluff with a loud "NOT APPROPRIATE TIME FOR SLEEP". Then, to be sure that something would happen as it began to lumber toward him, he set its face - or rather, one of its faces - alight.

After rounding another corner, Sky was entering the canned meat section. "This should be the last of it." Picking up 6 cans, he was about to go to the checkout when a fellow customer yelled at him.

"NOT APPROPRIATE TIME FOR SLEEP"

Sky was suddenly jostled awake as he felt being lifted into the air. Naturally irritated from being interrupted from his sleep, he begins to question Mor. "HEY WHAT AR-"
Next thing Sky knew is that he is catapulted towards a giant multi-headed/limbed sheep, and landing near the top with a plop. He then saw Mor setting fire to one of the megasheep's many faces, nearly missing him by a few hairs. "WATCH YOUR AIM, GOD DAMN." He shouted at the tall figure below, which seemed absurdly small at this point, making him realize his position and giving him a tiny dose of vertigo.

Contemplating his situation, he decided that jumping down from a ridiculous height is better than being merged with alot of sheep. Slowly making his way towards the edge, he jumped and managed to land safely, albeit uncomfortably on his face, using his telekinesis to cushion his landing.
"I really, seriously need to practice this." he mumbled to himself.
His heart raced as he looked up to see the monstrosity in full view.

Warped faces, one of which is still burning, distorted fur, multiple jointed limbs,
lingering smell of gyros, and the occasional sickening low-pitched bleat.

"THIS MUST BE THE WORK OF AN ENEMY MAGIC USER!!" He shouted to the man near the shore.

Recollecting his senses, he tried to find an opening on it. "The sheep is damp." he thought. He began to strike a pose, after which lightning coursed from his arms and towards the megasheep.
The area is illuminated and a sickening crackling sound filled the air as the electricity flowed in and out, having it bellow in pain and twitching, albeit for a few seconds, after which it proceeded to walk towards his direction.

It is a bit effective, but it will take too long to neutralize it this way.
With no time to summon a ministorm, and the megasheep's attention at him, he looked at Loch to see if he had better ideas as he proceeded to hold the sheep down with more jolts.

[dun be worry red it's not]

The flying tree flew toward Mor and Lochlann in the most redundantly-worded manner possible, and as if he could sense the redundancy, defiant rage built up in Mor and quickly boiled over through his inexperienced emotional control.

His teeth gritted, emitting imaginary sparks as his brows furrowed and his breath grew heavy. Small puffs of black smoke emanated from his hands. The sheep had gone too far. They represented everything he hated - or rather, the only thing he hated; he was too rational for hate.

But everything changed when the fiery sheep attacked.

Now he was angry. Seething, even. And there was nothing for him to do but act on this anger. He drew all four of his arms back, all bent at the elbows, and gave a massive shout that sent a blast of black smoke from his mouth toward the log, softening it up and decaying it for the next step.

"Did not improve myself to be SLAIN BY SHEEP! THIS! WILL! BREAK!" he roared as his right shoulder drew back, and he let loose with a rapid flurry of flaming punches. The log shattered to the tune of his looping, enraged chant of "BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK!"

As the log fell apart, he brushed aside the fragments and spoke a terse, uncharacteristically emotional and charged sentence to Lochlann. "Saw you trying to consume sheep. You will feast today."

He began to march to the massive sheep, readying himself to engage the sheep once again and prove that his work on himself was not for naught.

"Broke the log. Will break you similarly," he spat at it, ignoring the clear lack of sapience and understanding it had as it bleated and charged at him.

The massive fluff, still soaking wet and heavy, jumped at him. This time, however, he was ready. He caught it mid-jump and grabbed onto it, slamming it face (one face anyway) first into the ground with a backward bend. It flailed, stuck into the ground as he regained his bearings and kicked it down the slope dramatically, sending it rolling down toward Lochlann.

"This is rather disturbing." Sky muttered as he hovered over to Mor while watching the sheep behemoth turn into a giant bowling ball headed for Loch.

Meditating for another telekinetic spell, he proceeded to nudge the sheep just enough to avoid having a Loch pancake, and horse meat ain't his style.

Seeing the sheep regain composure after hitting a nearby tree, he attempted to bind it with every ounce of diminishing willpower that he can muster. "This is not good, sure I can bind stuff, but this is basically asking to have your mana vacuumed clean." The huge monstrosity howled as it attempted to resist the telekinetic force and began slowly marching towards Loch.

"I think it's time we have our gyros, Mor!"

Mor by this point was seething more than he'd ever had in his life. This sheep - no, this ball of atrocity had lived for too long. It stayed alive much longer than it had any right to.

He walked away, going to a tree that had burned black but was still hard and stiff, though fragile at the base. A swift kick toppled it over, and as he leaned over, it became evident what his intent was.

All four forearms wrapped around the fallen tree, and he slung it over his shoulder. Normally, he wouldn't have done anything so needless. But hatred was empowering him. The inherent, deeply hidden brutality in him was showing more now, and the more it consumed Mor, the more morbid his thoughts became.

As he walked down to the lake, black haze emanated from his arms, and the tree began to decay and fall apart, shrinking down in size until it was only as thick as one of his arms. His walk sped up to a sprint, and then with extreme prejudice -

SHHHNK.

The tree he jammed right into the abomination's bum, skewering it lengthwise. One end poked out the mouth of one face, all covered in blood and guts. Then silently, as it fell over slowly to its side, painting the grass red, Mor strode to the side and picked up another fallen tree, which he placed by the lake and set alight.

"Horse. Mentioned impossibility of cooking such an amount. You are disproven."

Sky breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the gigantic remains of the abomination.
"That's one hell of a bloodbath." He muttered as he went around inspecting for any signs of twitching and convulsions.
Breathing deeply, sky used his telekinetic sensing to detect splinters that perforated its insides and pulled them out carefully, not wanting a side dish of wood with his meal. He then grabbed two fallen tree trunks and placed them on both sides of Mor's lit tree, while placing the impaled sheep on top of it.

The whole setup is reminiscent of a rotisserie, albeit on a much larger scale. While turning the sheep around, he wondered if all the people in the city can see the huge smoke billowing up from the lake area. Not that he cared much anyway, for he decided to enjoy the view.