a reply to: TDawgRex
The prow of the mighty galleon smashed the waves aside, as it thundered toward the island. The sails were drawn taught, and the fury of a thousand
storms issued into them from the speakers mounted on the deck. True stood at the helm, riffs racing from his fingertips as he played a song of
violence and majesty, triumph and brutality, spurred on by the unfolding battle ahead.
"I am coming for you!" he shouted. "Prepare yourself, creature of darkness, for the coming of the eternal light!" and so uttering, he leaped into
the air, the lead from his bass coming away from the jack as he ascended. He screamed a word to the universe, and the space beneath him became a pool,
reflecting not the sky above, but the scene of battle between his friends, and their mortal enemy. Into this pool he plunged, landing in the battle
"Look out!" cried the rest of the warriors, as the wizard rounded on True, extending an arm and launching a ravening beam of energy toward him.
True raised his bass in defense, and the horrid unlight broke upon its surface, discharging all along its length. "Oh really?" True taunted, "Now
that is not very nice!". A grin spread across his face, his whiskers twitching in amusement. He swirled his guitar into playing position, and his
fingers danced an angry dance upon the strings, savage, broken rhythms flying from its inbuilt speaker system. The sound waves hit the decrepit wizard
like a lash, stripping both robes and skin from his frame, eliciting howls of surprise and alarm.
Whilst the wizard was pinned, True cast about, searching the faces of his friends for signs of loss, hoping to find no one missing, or mourning.
"How fare you all?" Night Star indicated the fallen wolf, and the others gestured at the remains of the initial encounter. So many poor animals had
suffered, so much pain had been bought to his friends, that something inside his head broke. He laughed. It was not a sweet laugh. Its pitch and note
were that of a laugh heavy with madness, and he turned his attention back to the wizard. Every sonic lash to break upon the mans skin delighted True,
drove his laughter to new heights. His maniacal laughter stopped suddenly, and his eyes shone blood red in the gloom as he spoke to the wizard.
"Know me wizard, know us, and know your doom. Give your soul to whatever gods remain unto you in the hereafter, because in this universe, your arse
belongs to us!" he commanded, reversing his grip on his bass guitar, and whispering the words of change into the strings. Once again, the double
bearded war axe blades shot out and locked into position. The moment they clicked home, he charged.....