Raven bolted back over to the radio, speaking into it. "Hello, space friends. Your signal is severely scrambled, say that again." Maya squinted at him. "An SOS?"
Nightshade shook her head. "Not an option. There's not gonna be an easy way out of here." "What about a soul gem?" Rose suggested. "Could you put his soul in one until we get home?"
Azrael nodded. "I certainly can. If you have one with you." ~~~~~~~~~~ Asmo rolled onto his side. "Normal is *squee!*."
Maya thought about the answer for a brief moment, tapping her chin. "Well... there was this space bar."
"I can handle that," Nightshade said, shifting form long enough to produce a soul gem from midair. "Something's blocking my reality warping. That should have been easier to get."
"It doesn't matter." Azrael took hold of the soul gem, beginning to channel Galahad's spirit into it. "I vote we leave. Come back another day, with enough soldiers to cleanse the demons from the pole."
"Pretty cool dragon bartender," she answered. "Had some neat patrons, like transforming robots and stuff."