Lunar: Forgotten Legend drabble - Run Devil Run
"Enemy craft off the port bow," Kat called from the crow's nest.
"Perfect," Wesley mumbled under his breath, "we're dead in the water either until the power cells have a chance to recharge."
"Or the wind shifts," Zandarius quipped, "I could always...."
Wesley cut him off with a glare. "Your powers are best used to defend the Destiny, not power it."
The ship rocked as the enemy craft opened fire across their bow. "That was a warning shot," Kat called as she descended from the crow's nest. A second later the lookout post was reduced to splinters by high-calibur cannon fire. "And that was an unprovoked attack."
The ship rocked again as the enemy vessel pulled to a stop beside them. Gangplanks were hastily thrown over to the disabled Destiny, several groups of enemy pirates charging across with cutlasses drawn and guns at the ready. "Battle stations," Wesley shouted over his shoulder, "Defend the Destiny!"
"Aye!" several voices chorused as Beebot, Kat, and company went into action.
Wesley drew his pistols and flashed one of his winning (and, in the right light, disarming) smiles. Narrowing his ice blue eyes, he charged into the fray, bolts of golden light flashing from his guns. "I'm throwing the trash," he sang as he leaped from perch to perch, his gaze snapping from the boarding party to how his friends and crew were faring. He allowed a smile to cross his lips when he saw Zan chain-casting ice-based and wind-based magic spells, glowing sigils flowing around the wizard's hands at all times.
"I'm clearing the junk," the wizard sang as he dropped a high-velocity wind spell on one of the smaller boarding parties. A grin crossed his face as said boarding party was sent flying overboard. Dropping another wind-based spell beneath his own feet launched him into the sails and rigging.
"I'm firing the cannon," Wesley sang as he leaped to higher ground, where he crossed his right arm over his left wrist and braced himself. Golden light pooled in the barrels of his guns before he unleashed something akin to a holy railgun attack.
The captain felt the temperature around him drop several degrees as Zan landed behind him for a moment. Standing back to back, the duo sang, "And you're gonna get sunk!" before Wesley took Zan's hand, spun the pair of them around, and launched the wizard into the air, where Zandarius resumed his spell assault.
"You'd better sail off to the seven seas," Zan sang as he descended from the upper levels of rigging on the foremast. The mage released from his line and flipped backward, blue and green light flowing around his hands. Snapping his hands foreward completed the casting of his spell, giant shards of ice materializing in the space between him and their foes as he landed in a crouch. The webs of his ponytail completed their dramatic descent down his back as he looked up from under his eyebrows. "There's not enough room for you and for me," he continued, icicle javalins thudding into the deck planks.
"Once again, if you please," Beebot sang as he shielded Kat and the rest of their crew from incoming enemy fire.
"There's not enough room for you and for me," the mage smirked, green light spiraling up around his body, tossing the ruffles of his shirt and the strands of his ponytail in yet another dramatic flourish. Bringing his right hand up above his head he let out an evil little giggle.
Wesley stopped shooting at the boarding party when he sensed the level of Zan's attack spell. The monk-turned-pirate turned on his heel and made tracks to Beebot's location. "You'd better run," he called over his shoulder to the attacking pirates.
/Run, run, run, run, 'cause there's gonna be some hell to pay/
The pirates turned their attention from Wesley to Zan in time to witness the mage completing his next spell. Eyes widening (and in some cases, eyepatches lifted to make sure they weren't hallucinating), they watched the dark-haired man toss a glowing green orb of light toward their ship. Zan's boots thudded to the deck as he landed in a crouch, the mage pushing his glasses up on his nose before snapping his fingers to activate his spell.
/You'd better run, run, run, run, run. That's the only thing that I'm gonna say, hey!/
The skies above them darkened, the clouds turning an eerie shade of green. The center of the cloud mass began to spiral, the gyration quickly forming a tornado funnel. The funnel quickly grew in size and intensity, pulling the enemy pirates from their own craft while engulfing the enemy craft in a high-speed twister.
"I wish I'd known right from the start, that I was dancing with the dark," the enemy pirate captain was heard to sing as his craft and crew was whisked away.
"You'd better run, run, run, run run," Zan and Wesley sang, arm in arm, as they watched their problems fly away, "run devil run, run devil run run, run devil run run."