"Don't forget to coordinate!" A Stephen clone shouts, while two other clones pelt the fire-bear with rocks.

Both he and Topher are working to avoid the fire from spreading.

"We are!"

Tintin continues in the vein of disabling limbs.

Is that because Tintin wants to get a face full of fire? Because the bear is offering that with a side of biting! And wow, those teeth sure look more like a shark's than a bear.

Tintin bends backwards into a somersault to avoid the fire and the teeth, laughing like a maniac. He lands on his feet and lunges in, slashing the bear's gut.

"Aaron!" he calls.

"Need rescuing?" Aaron says already flying in their direction.

"No! We're on offense, get in here!"

Then, the bear overextends itself trying to maul him, and half on instinct, Tintin steps in past its claws and - with the sound of carving meat - puts his sword through its neck.

"Never mind!" he calls.

Aaron gets the hook around the creature's neck. But it's pretty clear that Tintin already incapacitated it, and now it's just a matter for it to die already.

"Aww, you had all the fun." Aaron says pulling the bear's neck upwards.

Topher only comment to this is pelting the creature with arrows.

Tintin decapitates it with a sweeping blow.

"I had exactly as much fun as was merited," Tintin says primly. "You're just jealous of my amazing battle prowess."

"Those are fighting words! Of course, you got the killing blow. I had to provide air support." He spins in the air clockwise while spinning his hook staff counter-clockwise.

"You both did a good job," says a Stephen clone.

"Yeah, they barely didn't get in the way of my arrows."

"Yes, more seriously, congratulations all 'round. Back to the house? I'm keyed up on adrenaline and I want to channel it into baking."

"Sounds like a good use of excess energy," Stephen ruffles Tintin's hair. "You and Aaron can go ahead and tell the good news to the others. Me and Topher will finish dousing the fires."

"You two and a half be responsible," Aaron tells the two clones of his father and twin. "Tintin, wanna a lift?"

Tintin promptly leaps into Aaron's arms.

Aaron holds him and hums the superman's theme.

It doesn't take long until they land at their door.

Tintin rushes in. "Hey Adam! Let's make a pie!"

"Oh, thank god no one died." Adam says turning around the corner to catch sight of them.

"And from Tintin's enthusiasm we can rule out that anyone else but him got hurt!" Morgan's voice is heard distantly from the ritual casting room.

"Yes! I didn't get hurt either, it's fine!"

"I was unfairly stuck giving aerial support, but it meant I bravely saved Tintin's pretty face from being scarred for a few days."

"Mhmm. Anyway, but the important thing is that we can bake celebratory pie! They always taste better than non-celebratory pie."