General Pain-in-the-Neck

General Wolfe stood in the doorway, flanked by Imperial shock troopers in heavy gear. His mechanical gauntlet crackled with electricity.

Finn, groaning: "…Why is it always him?"

Wolfe, smirking: "Because, boy, fate hates you."

Zephyria, furious: "We don't have time for this!"

Liora, grinning, twirling a knife: "Then let's make time."

The fight begins.