Lord Jason picked up the digi-lance and swiftly mounted the blazing electric-blue and black stallion. In a sonorous voice, he shouted across the plain, "You twisted old wizard! You shall pay for your crimes."

So the shining lance of justice leveled and the steed threw his heavy, robotic bulk forward. For the wizard, the deathly roar grew. A cold chill struck him, and a cold smile struck his face.

In a shining instant before the lance struck, the wizard shone white with bright light and transformed into the lovely woman that Lord Jason admired. His hubris won eternal loneliness.