A strong female voice echoes, “I got the power!” The opening notes of “I’ve Got The Power,” by Snap plays in the background.
Writer Lady watches as her sword begins to glow, the light growing brighter, as it dims she realizes she’s no longer holding the same weapon. The light continues to dim until only the words inscribed on the blade are glowing. Everyone stops moving as they read the words, 'TAKE ME UP.'
Captain Ozar’s mouth drops open, “Really?”
Writer Lady raises the sword to the sky as the song begins again.
“I’ve got the power!”
The officers' faces drop as they look at Writer Lady’s new helper.
“Excalibur.” One ogre says.
“Where did that come from?” A second ogre asks.
“Does it matter?” The first ogre counters.
“I thought this was a practice session.” The second ogre says.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The wild ogre’s thump is heard well before he appears. He is taller, bigger, and way meaner looking than the ogres making up Captain Ozar's forces. When the officers see him they open the circle and get out of its way. The wild ogre continues approaching, several wild ogres friends follow. The ogre officers that had been Writer Lady are now standing behind her and Excalibur. Residents of the village step back. Waaaaaay back.
Writer Lady closes her eyes for a moment. Nothing can touch me. None of these ogres can hurt me. I don’t need to fear them. The ogres on the other hand…”
“Should be afraid.” TP giggles. “They should be very afraid.”
“Give Excalibur to me.” The ogre in front growls.
Writer Lady looks at TP with mischief in her eyes. Turning back to the ogre she says, “If you want it, come and get it.” She responds, urging them forward.
The first ogre Writer Lady defeated covers his eyes, “I can’t watch.”
“No one gets more than three blows against Excalibur.” Captain Ozar responds.
The wild ogre who demanded Excalibur steps back, allowing the group accompanying him move past. Raising Excalibur with both hands, Writer Lady holds fast awaiting the first blow.
“Any last minute advice?” She calls out to Captain Ozar.
“This isn’t like what you were doing before. You’re going to have to really hit them. It’s going to have to hurt.”
“No pressure there. Anything else?”
“The faster you move, the better.”
“Will it give me an advantage?”
“No. It’s the only way the fight is going to look good with TP s musical number.”
Writer Lady looks at TP. The faerie has positioned himself in front and to the left of the onlookers as well as Writer Lady and her squad of volunteers. Positioned where all can see but well out of the way from where the action is expected to take place.
TP spins around for a wardrobe change. When he stops spinning the faerie is dressed in Hammer pants, a matching jacket, and coordinating high tops.
The beat starts playing, TP dances as the song begins.
Can’t touch this.
Five pixies in coordinating outfits appear behind the faerie and pick up his dance.
You can’t touch this.
The ogres standing behind Writer Lady begin chanting. Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh.
TP continues, My-my-my music hits me so hard, is heard seconds before the first blow is struck.
One of the wild ogres tries to throw Writer Lady off balance by sweeping her legs with an uprooted tree. She dodges it. Pointing Excalibur at the trunk of the tree, a long burst of light moves up its length traveling into the ogre’s hands. Screaming, the ogre drops the tree and falls to its knees in pain.
“That’s one. She’s leveling up.” Captain Ozar observes before hitting an ogre with its own flail.
“I’m not really a gamer and this is not my idea of fun. Where did this guy come from?”
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
“He’s an Accumulator. Accumulators are random creatures looking for items of power that would allow them to take over anything they want. Every now and then a new one pops up.”
Writer Lady meets another wild ogre. She thrusts Excalibur into its upper thigh. The ogre screams, knocking over members of Captain Ozar’s squad as it approaches her.
Captain Ozar shakes his head. “Now you just made it angry.”
“Ya think?” She steels herself. Closing her eyes she whispers to Excalibur, the weapon glows, releasing a ray of light that hits the angered wild ogre square in the chest, knocking it to the ground. It stops moving.
Yo - sound the bells, school is in sucker.
“That’s two.” Captain Ozar calls. He looks at Writer Lady. “We have two more of the lesser ogres to go and the ring leader.”
Writer Lady looks up to find the leader leaning up against a tree. “I thought he was here to take Excalibur.”
“He is. He’s watching and waiting.”
“For what?”
“For you to wear yourself out fighting his foot soldiers.”
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
Writer Lady looks at Captain Ozar. “I’m going to need an escort.”
The captain gestures for one of his soldiers to join them, as the ogre steps forward he asks. “Where are you going?”
She nods in the direction of the ring leader and says, “To finish this.” Turning back to Captain Ozar she says, “Have to do it now. The song’s going to be over soon.”
Ring the bell, school’s back in.
Writer Lady continues her trek to the ring leader and looks up. The wild ogre is well over a foot taller than she is and has more muscle mass than any other being for miles.
“You are a female human of Earth?”
“Does it matter?”
“No. Humans are easy to kill.”
“Not all of us.”
“You will be. Give me Excalibur. I may let you live.”
Writer Lady looks around her for something that will give her an advantage. Captain Ozar and the ogre he recruited to help are several feet behind her fighting off the remaining foot soldiers.
The ring leader grabs her shoulder. Bending down, he leans in and says, “Before you even realized it, I took the upper hand.”
She looks him in the eyes and says. “You also have bad breath.” Writer Lady pushes her arm up hard. Excalibur penetrates the wild ogre’s head through the soft flesh covering the creature’s mandible. “I’m ambidextrous you dipshit.”
Captain Ozar raises Writer Lady’s arm and declares, “That’s three.Writer Lady wins!”
The music fades as Writer Lady takes center stage on the village fountain to say a few words.
Writer Lady smiles, “Thank you. I won because all of you were willing to stand with me. It’s time to celebrate!” She says before lowering Excalibur so the top of its hilt is at eye level. “Thank you for showing up for me exactly when I needed you,” she says before planting a kiss on the weapon.
“Where’s the party?” Someone in the crowd calls out.
Writer Lady looks around and sees what looks like a bakery at the far end of the village sitting across the road from a massive gazebo.
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