He didn't want to go with anything too typical. Nothing that had annihilate in it or doom. He felt it too uncreative. He reached into his mind for possible solutions as well as the towards his feet where the last of the balls he'd summoned earlier sat as if waiting patiently their turn to be airborne. Cutty thumped the ball against the opposite palm as if prepping for some sort of ritual.

He got into position and placed the somewhat squishy ball into the catapult, then quickly got the hell out of the way.