"Wait a minute! Next week's session?!" I blurted. "What are you
talking about?!"
        "You didn't really think this was the end of it, did you?" the
leader of the Knight Sabers asked me. "This was just one night out of your
life; you've written about us in a fanfic that covers nearly three
megabytes, and almost four or five years of our lives. One night isn't going
to be adequate recompense for that."
        "How....how long am I going to have to look forward to this?" I
asked, dreading the answer.
        "I'll let you know when I've finally decided," Sylia told me as she
walked away. "In the meantime, I'd exercise some more; you need it."
        "Welcome to hell, buddy," Priss's voice floated over to me. "And
enjoy the ride."

Heh, the Knight Saber Skyknight Vs the writer Skyknight. I can see it now. 
Here is a little C&C for ya'. As soon as the Knight Sabers leave, Your back in 
full control. I can see it now... (I think I'll switch to third person since 
I'm writing about you ;)

... Bert managed to sit down at his familiar computer system, he was still 
breathing heavily as he powered the system up. His breathing slowed and 
smoothed out as he opened BGZ Part 10. He selected several paragraphs, and 
closed his eyes as he hit the delete button. He was now at a fresh scene, 
where he had meant to have  Skyknight once again declaring war on Holliester. 
He promptly re wrote the scene...

--- And boom. No more Knighty Sabers ;)