The force of the pie shot sent Ziggy reeling toward a puddle of gravy, causing him to slide uncontrolably into a pile of fruits. Dazed and confused, he struggled out of his edible prison, swinging his tiny paws wildly, desperate to connect with anything.

"Ugh, who threw that?" he said, his head spinning.

"Ha ha, got you!"

Ziggy strained his eyes as th figure of the great centaur came into focus. He was pointing at the bear, visable shaking with laughter, as were many other of the people in the hall he noted.

He scruntched his face up in anger, and dove back into the pile of fruits, before emerging, ready for war. He had smashed a watermelon over his head, leaving half of it on his head as a helmet, his soft ears poking through the top and it's juice running down his face like war paint. For further proctection he'd burrowed into a large pumpkin, his arms and legs forced through the sides, and his chubby cheeks and head just visable from the top.

"Right," he said, his voice slightly muffled from the pumpkin which engulfed him. "I'm about to go Care Bear on all of you."

And with that, he charged toward the centaur, well waddled really, his short legs struggling to move under the oppresive pumpkin.

He reached for a cucuber in his advancement, as Chetarren could any stare in disbelief at what he was seeing.

"Whhaaa!"

Ziggy swung the cucumber with all his might, missing as Chetarren calmly stepped out of the way, and watched the small bear spin fearcly on one leg, screaming in his desperation to maintain his balance, his tears spraying out like a sprinkler in summertime, before he eventually fell onto his back, helpless in his pumpkin armour, as an upturned turtle would be.

Wailing, Ziggy flailed his arms and legs wildly, desperate to get back on his feet, only managing to roll onto his front, causing him further distress.

OoC: Heh, this is turning out better than I thought it would. Who would have guessed there were so many ways to use food?