Santa wiped bile off his face. When his vision cleared, he saw the smug Valhalla hero rubbing his belly. It was too much.
“You are on the Naughty List!” Santa punched him, knocking his giant helmet loose. “Forever!”
“My bald spot!” cried Heimdall.
“How about your burnt feet?” roared Azlar, shooting flames at his boots.
“I was going to do that!” whined Colen, flipping his soggy hair.
“You’re too slow!” snickered Elena.
“We’re the same speed!” Colen blinked back tears.
@sft1965 stopped jumping and squealing. “Azlar has the mana troops.”
“Gross!” gasped @nevarmaor. “Look!”
Indeed, poor Heimdall was vomiting red troops all over the place. He was looking rather pale.
“Didn’t the devs explain all the side effects?” asked @sleepyhead.
“Vomiting, diarrhea, dizziness …” @Photon read Heimdall’s updated hero card.
Proteus pointed and shuddered. “Did you read the super tiny print?”
“What does it say?” growled Heimdall.