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PSY 04: SPACEMAN
I looked from the spaceman to Buzz Buzz and back again.
“Buzz Buzz...” I said, “Is this a friend of yours?”
Our insect prophet buzzed in front of us and flew left and right. I could assume it was a shake of his tiny head.
“No, not exactly,” his voice hummed.
The Spaceman looked down at his hands then flexed his fingers and muscles as if checking their dexterity for the first time.
“You’ve been successful at following Master Giygas’ plans,” The spaceman said.
“Who or what is he?” I asked, lifting my bat in front of me, “He doesn’t look so tough really.”
“Under Giygas there are many kinds of minions,” Buzz Buzz answered, “This is the kind known as a Starman. Rank: Junior.”
“So an enemy?” I asked, eying the Starman.
“Yes, I believe that would description will suffice,” Buzz Buzz
“Oh well, that puts some clarity in our current situation, wouldn’t it?” I said.
“Enough talk!” The Starman Junior shouted, his voice crackling like a staticy stereo, “You must now surrender. You’re no longer a hero, but just a useless insect. I’ll stomp you hard!”
“I’m sorry, we can not do that,” Buzz Buzz replied sounding rather calm.
The Starman pointed what I thought was an arm at us. Instead I saw a silver tentacle. The appendage began glowing orangish-red.
“What’s he doing!?” Pokey cried out, “Oh my God we’re all going to die!”
I could feel the heat in the air building and that metallic smell replaced by something burning. He was going to attack.
“Get down!” I shouted a moment too late.
A wave of fire rolled out of that tentacle coming straight for us. There was no way we could dodge such a thing. The wave was a tsunami--taller than all of us combined. Us three humans all cried out and futilely held our arms and covered our faces.
“PSI shield!” Buzz said, calmer than ever.
A pale light appeared before each of us, forming into a swirling shield shaped energy. The fire crashed into the barriers and the burning inferno went around us, as if we were nothing more than a rock in a creek. I could still feel all the heat and see the flames lick around the edges of the shields. I held my breath, unsure of what was happening. The flames vanished as quickly as they came, in a puff of smoke. The Starman looked at his tentacle hand, peering at it. He tilted his head in confusion.
“Get him!” Picky cheered.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me--” I whispered, but I didn’t hesitate, because I wanted to live and who knew how many PSI Shield’s Buzz Buzz had left. My legs moved beneath me and carried me to the Starman Junior, and swung my bat, cracking the invader in the side. I smiled thinking I had just dealt a great deal of damage to him. The thing is, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, a low hollow thud echoed out. The sound vibrated up through the bat and into my arms. I couldn’t hold on--the bat was jerked from my hands flying off to the side. Picky rushed up and swung a small stick at the Starman cracking him in the knee. The small piece of wood snapped and it didn’t even look like the Starman noticed. He still was examining his tentacle, trying to figure out how his fire had missed us. Pokey was wailing somewhere in the background and pleading for someone to help him.
My eyes slowly trailed up to look into the Starman Junior’s shaded eyes. It had realized I had just attacked him. He moved so fast I barely could see the tentacle as it whipped at me. Buzz Buzz rocketed forward slamming into Starman Junior. That attack budged him--in fact he grunted and was forced back several steps.
I took the moment given to me to grabbed the bat from the ground and taking advantage of the distraction, I swung home with my weapon. Starman grunted and nearly doubled over.
“Fools!” he screamed, the static so loud it stung my ears.
Fire exploded outward from him again. This time I didn’t lift my arms. The heat was more intense than before, and even though it was trying to roast us like chickens. Pokey screeched like a banshee as the shield of light shattered littering the air with what looked like magic dust.
Picky started chanting, “Thunder high in the sky, storms from the east, eye of the hurricane--boom bang lightning attack!”
“What was that!?” I asked.
“A spell, but it must have fizzled.” Picky replied.