(Continued from Above)
Graham flexed his claws and prepared to destroy the U-man before him, he had heard that
this hard-eyed being with the killing-hand was supposed to be some sort of saviour, the Ophi
Buzzard had scoffed at the remark.
"You are doomed Outremer, pray to your God -if you have one" the Dark-feathered Graham
said and stepped forward. Nenothtu placed the pistol slowly back in it's holster and placed
the Caliburn on the floor before him, "this is gonna be good" he answered and drove a fist
towards the yellow beak of the Ophi.
Graham ducked with a speed that wasn't lost on Neno and rewarded the Vandal for his
miss by driving his right-hand claws into his midriff, Neno grunted and steeled himself from
The Ophi went left and swiped the wickedly-sharp hooks at Neno's face, with similar speed,
the GunMan recoiled from the passing danger. "Come on... COME ON!" Neno growled and
pushed a swinging arm away to deliver a straight-fingered punch to Graham's ruffed-throat
area. Graham gulped and shook his head, the U-man fights dirty -he thought and lashed a foot
out at the menace before him.
Neno saw the move and swiping the taloned-foot to one side, he delivered a booted-kick
to where he presumed Ophis kept their 'Crowned-Jewels' He wasn't disappointed.
Graham felt the sudden urge to vomit and with another urge to not be embarrassed in front
of Poll, he lunged at the GunMan with a high shriek.
Nenothtu twisted his body away from the thrashing claws and reaching out, he grapped the
feathered-crest on Graham's head and yanked violently down, the Ophi lost his balance and
stumbled to keep upright.
A lop-sided grin... tainted with cold eyes, showed that Neno was in the killing-zone and
quickly pulling Graham's head up, he brought his other arm into play and broke the black
-eyed Birdman's neck in one swift movement.
Poll looked on in horror as the U-man dropped the Ophi's relaxing body and picked up the
Claymore again... "yer' wanna go fur the title too" Neno rasped and tossed his hat towards
BIAD without thinking. The wide-brimmed headwear flew saucer-like across the room, but
Neno's eyes never left the second-Ophi behind the throne.
Poll bolted and made for a door at the rear of the Throne Room, he'd have made it too -if
Neno hadn't blew his head apart with the pistol. The tall man had heard the beep as he drew
the gun and guessed the upgrade had brought another type of bullet into play.
It had... and a headless Ophi twitching on the floor -was the result, Neno smiled tiger-like
and faced the remaining Light Warriors.
Nenothtu checked in on Boy In A Dress and found him panting with his hands on his knees,
the Flayers that had surrounded the hermaphrodite were all gone, one-by-one the Man/Girl
had taken them. Neno eyed the bruises and scars on BIAD's bare arms and legs, but he was
still on his feet -Neno thought admiringly.
The half-circle of Guards that stood around the GunMan now looked to their Dark Lord for
answers and the Cephlapod-headed leader now entered the fray.
"You will cede now and I will spare your Ship and crew" The Dark Lord shouted as he neared
Nenothtu "... I am taking control of The Yydryl -as I speak" he snapped and pushed one of his
Flayers to one side.
The Vandal glanced at the 'frozen' Guards and then back to the one he knew as 'Squid-Head'
"Before I kneel at your feet -Fella, can yer' tell me who the 'double-crosser' is that did yer'
dirty work?" he said and let The Caliburn blade lower, he seemed like he was going to do as
ordered -The Dark Lord thought.
Pulling his gold-braided robe straight and smoothing a hand over his bulbous head, The Dark
Lord stood directly facing the so-called saviour of the Culs.
"The Crone is my missionary... she is the one who cheated you from your goal" he whined
and 'flubbered' his blow-hole as he scrutinised this so-called 'Cold-Killer'
"Eat it..." Nenothtu hissed between his teeth "... eat it all, fella" and twisted the handle of
the smooth-bladed sword. The Dark Lord's oily-eyes widened as his entrails flopped and
writhed from the gaping hole in his stomach.
The Vandal stepped back and allowed the once-Dictator of many galaxies to drop forward
and kneel in front of him. The writhing tentacles around his shock-opened mouth seemed
to reach out to the tall GunMan and checking that no Flayer would intercede, Neno lifted
the huge Claymore into the air.
Boy In A Dress stepped up behind his friend and showing a red-nailed finger, he pointed
at the wide-eyed group of Flayer-clones and indicated that they show leave.
They needed no more explanation and stumbling over each other, they fled The Throne
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