Weekend chaos and Rare Purple Elephant pt. 14

Urgh. Weekends.
Especially 3 day ones...
I apologize for not posting thus far, as I am usually sleeping during weekends..
:(
So, without further ado, I am going to post the next part of the story! (Yay!)

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 14

The door burst open, but that was because there was a scuffle outside, and for what Scalt saw, but the zonked out people had no idea what was happening.
Joe, John and James were wielding crowbars, and they were, rather unsuccessfully, trying to beat the gramdov, named Vodmarg, was easily fending them off.
His overly long arms had special capabilities, which apparently meant that they were STRETCHY, the mud splitting up into bands on his arms when he did that, coming back into position when he pulled them back in.
The mud was very potent, even a direct hit from the crowbar on one of his long army hits didn't crack it.
Repeatidly, Vodmarg used his arms like yo-yos, striking out at anyone who got close enough.
All of a sudden, Jack bursts in, and throws a crowbar at Vodmarg's head.
With a quick reflex, his arm shoots up, unfortunately leaving parts of his right arm without casing.
The crowbar struck one of these spots, and the gramdov shrieked in pain.
After that, there was no competition, and Vodmarg was tossed into the water. Gramdovs hate water more then anything else.
Vodmarg's armor started to melt, pouring off of him, turning the water brown.
Before he could sink though, two large scaled birds came and brought him back to the island, with enough armor on to still shield every part of him from view.
Now came a bad dillema. There were at least four villanous sailors on the boat, and a nearly defenseless leader was sitting in a corner. Great.