The Great Serpent: Part 6
If you have not read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, or part 5, do so before reading part 5.
By now the castle inhabitants had snapped out of their fascination and began to prepare for the inevitable oncoming battle. With Paonanalobogar and Wanahanakukouha gone, the responsibility of guarding the castle had fallen into the hands of their resident rodeo clown. Guards were stationed downstairs by the gates, armed for combat. The door was fortified with seven small band aids. Bags of flour were placed atop the castle walls to drop down on the enemies while they tried to break through the door / band aids. They were confident that they were going to win.
The enemy army was marching towards the castle at a steady pace, with Xuthos leading the way atop his monstrosity, still clutching the glowing egg. The closer they got to the castle, the brighter it glowed. When they were about 100 feet from the door, they stopped. The unicorn-horn-magic-man lifted the palm of his hand up to his shoulder, and Xuthos stepped on. The hand lowered slowly, and Xuthos stepped to the ground. He stepped forward and began to shout.
“Pretender to the throne! come out here and face the consequences for your actions! The true king will reign forever!”
The miners behind him looked at each other in puzzlement. A large man in suspenders stepped forward towards Xuthos. “I thought you said we were going to go back to the way things were. What is this king crap about? We’re not budging if you don’t explain yourself!” The other miners nodded in approval.
Xuthos’ eyes narrowed, and he lifted his slender finger towards the door. The man in suspenders jerked forward as if a marionette on strings. His elbows and knees jerked about in the air independently, sending him towards the door. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to chant. The other miners followed suit shortly after. They moved surprisingly quickly, charging the door and awkwardly flailing their arms against it. They were screaming, but it was not a battle cry, but a shriek of sheer terror.
Inside the castle, the band aids weren’t holding well. There were several people holding each band aid in place to keep the doors shut. Tension was increasing, but there were enough people waiting behind the door to ensure tremendous bloodshed, if they actually had real weapons instead of inflated balloon mallets.
Paonanalobogar waited in the bushes in his armor, sweating profusely. He didn’t know who this man was, but he apparently knew his true identity and wanted to hold him accountable. Fortunately, no one else seemed to know, or care, so Paonanalobogar decided his only option was to silence his critic.
The armor burst out of the bushes, and Paonanalobogar in his exoskeleton charged as fast as it could. The armor took a left step, and a right step, a left step, and then another left step. This miscalculation was costly, as the legs spread out and could not support the weight of the armor. The torso came crashing down between the legs, forcing a devastatingly forceful splits. The impact shook the armor to its core, and Paonanalobogar’s head crashed into the control panel, splitting the serpent suit and cutting deep into his forehead. He screamed in pain and flailed around within the armor uncontrollably, accidentally hitting the lemon mortar release lever. The lemon mortar armament began to leak into the cockpit into his open wound.
- Kent Wicklander
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