A voice beckons at the foe.
"You've done well to push me this far."
The remains of all prior cafe threads begin to converege into a mighty blade.
"But you're no match for 27 pages of LeBlanc. And that's only the tip of the blade."
The seemingly invisible being takes the blade in hand and rends reality, sending a mighty wave at the foe.
"LeBlanxcalibuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur!"