The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[AgentZero]

The dim light flickers breifly, and Heaven's Holy Legion pops into existence right above Hell's Unholy Legion. Leading the two Legions are, of course, Agent Zero and the Four Horseriders of the Apocalypse. Zero waives his hand in the air dismissively, and a massive demonic dragon appears behind Strategia's COMCA and swallows it with a single gulp. There is a muffled crunch as the dragon's stomach crushes it into tiny pieces, whereupon the dragon unleashes a massive firey belch that reaches across space and neatly blows the Post-Dated Check Loan (and everything in between, including the Polysyllabic Designation and assorted smaller ships) to smithereens.

"Wow," says Agent Zero as he watches a few dozen angels and demons ripping apart the remains of the few forces the PDCL was able to deploy before it's unfortunate demise.
"Cool," says War, before racing off to join the mayhem.
"Ouch," says Pestilence from underneath the smouldering chunk of hull plating that landed on him.
"So," says Death, looking at Agent Zero. "Once again we seem to have gained an overwhelming advantage. Shall we put an end to this upstart Hut once and for all?"
"Not yet," says Zero. "For one thing, we must await Woundwort's order to charge, and for another, the owner of the Hut has yet to take to the field of battle. Until one of those events occur, I'm staying right here."
"Shucks," says Death.