There's a scene I'd like to write, but with full awareness that it uses some Copyrighted material. So, I'll just describe it here.

An army approaches a large, ornate building sitting alone on a hilltop. The army is a bizarre mixture of ancient and futuristic, with knights in shining, powered armor riding robotic horses and carrying energy weapons. One man, leaning casually on a cane, stands in wait, at the bottom of the steps to the museum. The army is halted by its leader, who tells the man to surrender. He says nothing. The leader points out that the man has no army to defend his museum. The man makes an expansive gesture with his arms and cane, and finally speaks.

"Let my army be the rocks and the trees and the exhibits I have gathered. Treguna Mekoides Trecorum Satis Dee!"

There is an odd moment, where even the least perceptive can sense the power unleashed by that apparently simple phrase gathering. Then comes a blare of trumpets. This is followed by the sound of ponderous marching, and through the doors and down the steps come hundreds of mannequins dressed in the military garb of thousands of years of conflict.