(Celadonian) Armies of Celadon, attack!
All the creatures of Celadon are psychically alerted. Their clothes turn to armor, and weapons form into their hands; they mobilize, forgetting everything they know and care about, and suddenly, even non-fliers gain the power of flight.
Every statue in every temple and shrine.
Every animated construct.
Every priest and priestess.
Every mage.
Every superhuman.
Every mythical creature or being.
If it is a citizen on the planet Celadon, it has been sent out as a powerful suped-up version of itself to serve as my warrior.
Likewise, all entrances into my palace have been sealed off. WHD and Myself and any other user who has residence in my house has been kicked the heck out, with their things transported back to Earth.
You won't make your way to me easily. And when you do, I'll be here, gladly waiting.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)