Panel 1: “Mew?” Dylan sits looking up to the light shining down the basement stairs.
Panel 2: Charles, hearing Dylan’s mew, has immediately started sharpening a battle axe on a grinding wheel beneath Foxwolf’s desk. Sparks fly from the wheel.
Panel 3: Strapped with the axe and wearing a tiny horned helmet, Charles dashes through the house.
Panel 4: Dylan’s ascending the stairs.
Panel 5: He’s made it to the top. Around the corner, Charles is crouched in attack position. Her pupils are huge. Dylan smiles as he walks towards the corner.
Panel 6: Leaping from around the corner to high above the top step, wielding the battle axe overhead, Charles screeches, “RRREEEAAAOOOWWW.” Dylan flies back down the stairs crying in terror.