Pek limped over to the wounded Drifter without ever
taking his eyes off the beam-wielding combatants.
They were too evenly matched.
The red beam would drive towards Mr. Speck.
Then the blue magic would push back the cyborg's red beam.
Dozens of Sneakers held in reserve were unleashed.
Drifter whispered thru clenched teeth,
"I am too wounded to summon a Druid Fireball.
Pek, you're a Wattsford. You're special.
You must use the power of the rocksong.
Sing. Now!".
Pek was in a daze from both the explosion and this revelation.
He remembered a song from his childhood and began to hum.
Hold me closer tiny dancer,
Lying here,
When I say softly, slowly,
Softly, slowly,
But oh how it feels.
!!!SMACK!!!
A sudden kick behind Pek's knees caused him to fall down in a heap.
The air was shimmering. A shadow appeared. Then a shape.
The shape shifted into human form.
The towering Rukn Rols was standing over Pek,
huge fists clenched in barely controlled fury.
Rukn hissed, "Fool! You're singing that sissy Elton Yawn song!
That won't work, boy! Only heavy metal can destroy heavy metal!"
Pek thought for a moment, then screeched as loud and as awful as he could.
I AM THE UNCHAINED DEMON,
YOU ARE THE BURIED DEAD,
BURNED AN X ON YOUR HEAD,
A PHANTOM WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE,
A GHOST WHEN YOU DIED,
NO LONGER HUMAN,
I AM ZOMBIE,
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
The power of the rocksong screamed with a life of its own.
A swirling vortex of multi-colored energy lashed out at the Sneakers,
destroyed several simultaneously. The rocksong's magic turned
of its own volition to the figure, snuffed out its red beam,
and began burning the figure to ash.
"Good, Pek. I should have explained your heritage sooner.",
Drifter said. "But some things you must learn on your own."
But the intruders weren't aware the figure had sensed the danger.
The plexi-glass armored jar was a capsule that would protect the organic head.
It was attached with tiny trilithium engines that could travel 6.52 kilometers.
The figure severed and jettisoned its head 3.41 milliseconds before the stronger beam struck.
How long its air supply would last was to be determined.
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This is a parody of "The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara" copyright © Terry Brooks, "Star Trek" copyright © Paramount, "Tiny Dancer" copyright © Elton John, "More Human Than Human" copyright © White Zombie, "The Simpsons" copyright © Fox.