Clearly we could not leave such an obscenity unscathed. We drew our swords, and slashed at the wooden face...

Clearly we could not leave such an obscenity unscathed. We drew our swords, and slashed at the wooden face... and from it oozed black, sticky blood! We heard a great clap of thunder, and a thick fog arose from nowhere. The birds screamed furiously. More thunder soon followed, and with each strike the sky grew darker and darker. Soon we couldn't see the sun through the fog. The air shuddered again — but was it still thunder, or the creaky voice of the monstrous toad? Still our iron blades dug deep into the blood-soaked wood, and at last the idol was smashed into splinters...