Ted thought this foe was like a snake; remove the head and the body would soon follow. But then, even he had a feeling it wouldn't be as easy as two slugs and a howdy do.

Much less easy, in fact. There was so much going on at once. He'd never had to coordinate rescue efforts with three others in the middle of a battlefield so multitudinous. For now he fended off an especially bulky shadow: a masked castle with little portholes, out of which shot deceptively deadly cannons. For monsters so vicious, they made themselves out so comically, like an evil clown. Bizarre!

So Cat Noir has the coup de grace in him, does he? Sadly he doesn't know much about magic, save for the things the fairy tails taught; that is, every spell can be broken, under the right conditions. As for what those were, well, one could always ask the soulless ginger for consultation. "If I get the villain, I'll hold him steady!" Trying to put the wicked doppleganger in a headlock was a tad vulgar, but whatever it took. In between the swashbuckling fare, Ted called out to his own pokemon. "Gengar! Enough with the mob! Drag what's-his-name out into the open!"

Gengar was reluctantly obedient, ending his scuffle with the lesser shadows and seeking to nab the head honcho. With his incorporeal nature, he might stand a chance at pulling him away from Conan.