-O' the world was old

-But the world renews

-There are bones that snap

-And pour sinew

-Raise your voice to all that dawns

-The dark shall fail, and all it spawns

-Let the lesser of evils fight the fight

-Let the doers of wrong, try to make right

-Through the sorrow and pain, we'll end the night

-Through the sorrow and pain, we'll end the night

Athiator, hearing the tune, hummed along, he recognized the song and knew that Gackmasta was singing not the words of a spell, but words of light and harmony. With great speed and confidence the twin Athiators moved towards the darkness.

The being's arm stops mid flight while it was beginning to cast yet another dark knight from its hideous hide. Raistlin's undead warrior, realizing it was no longer to be airborne, cut into the claw entrapping it.

Gackmasta fell in exhaustion safely to the crook of George's shoulder blade and the young dragon moved in on the statuesque enemy with renewed vigor.

Starry and Fantus are flying at low altitude, exploding the little menaces on the beach with glee. The lady warriors laugh madly as the little critters explode with a popping noise, and Splattering of guts and goo. Fantus shakes, and if you look closely, it looks like she is laughing.

Stargrace wags her head to the tune of Gackmasta's recited spell song, arcing the optic beam from one little critter to the next ... *pop splatter* *pop splatter* *pop splatter*

Starry leaves her fun on the beach, and heads Straight for the black being of horror and dread. As she gets closer, she attaches a peg to her nose to protect herself from the hideous odor of putrefied death decay and hate exuding from the atrocity that is The Being Of Pure Evil.

She focuses intensely on the malevolent being, and sends forth the most powerful beam yet. A sickening crackle is heard as the light of the optic beam is absorbed into the blackness of the beast. Thick tendrils of blackened acrid steam rise from the bound monster. Starrys lungs fill with the soup like steam and her being fills with a feeling of melancholy and foreboding.