Skaffen-Amtiskaw had managed to stay just out of reach of the wave's leading edge, but in a final insult to its dignity, it was not fast enough to dodge a cart knocked over by the waters. It was unhurt, but its annoyance was only compounded. It paused, surveying the destruction with no small amount of dismay and bewilderment.

Getting dunked into a fountain was one thing, but being chased by a tidal wave ... that was not on. Particularly since it was blatantly impossible and therefore must be ... Even in its thoughts, the drone could not form the word magic.

The drone hated this park. Hated it with a bloody passion.

Sulking, its aura opaque silver, it skulked away (insofar as a suitcase-sized hovering object can skulk).

Time to find something on which to inflict lots and lots of gratuitous destruction.