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Jul. 28th, 2005 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureMickey lifted the tarp off what looked like a disco ball on a pedestal. The thing responded to his pushing the “Start” button by turning and displaying weak lights from holes cut in its mirrored surface.
Vadid Shastan walked slowly, majestically from his vehicle. He surveyed the scene like some ancient Pharaoh must have looked on a gathering of his slaves ready to build his pyramid. Then he saw the boy and the toy.
“I hope that is not supposed to effect me, because it has not,” He said in mocking tones.
“It’s our good luck charm,” Mickey said, with a childish air of fun.
“Then, by all means,” The murderous Immorti said, “Let it run while you all die.”
“You first,” Said Mickey, his anger beginning to bubble over.
At that moment robots landed, forming a circle around the clearing. They turned their backs on the looming combat area.
“They are just there to stop the ambush I expect to happen,” Shastan announced. David tried not to show his concern.
“These are my only warriors left, since my others have deserted me. The were-beasts and the vampires are cowards and would not stand against the Immorti allies you leveled against them.
These are human who will fight to the death because they all owe me their lives, for one reason or another.”
“Why don’t we stop the news broadcast and get down to some clobbering!” Jeremy said, coming from behind the tower.
“You have more than was agreed on,” Shastan said, “But that just means more will die today that would have had to.”
Madame Mimic began to shift her shape.
Mastodon grew to his full size.
Rugglestump took to the air, breathing flame.
David rose to about 10 feet and stood ready.
Jeremy filled his mouth with water, his cheeks bulged.
Mickey said the shortest of prayers.
The disco ball squeaked impotently as it turned. © 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
