'A Hermes, good sport model. Good speed,' said Otto.
'One of Richards' sheaths could be in Las Vegas in under an hour, then,' said Valdaire. 'This is a top-of-the- line set-up Waldo has here. He has v-jacks. I can reconfigure those to control a sheath remotely. It'll be like your own body.'
'Guan's men trashed the equipment,' said Otto.
'They trashed some of it. I can salvage enough to patch you in.'
'You want me to borrow one of Richards' bodies, and use it to break into the Reality Realms vault and stop an atomic bomb going off?'
'That's about the size of it,' said Valdaire.
'He had a pair of v-jacks, right?' said Lehmann.
'Yeah,' said Valdaire.
'Lehmann, you're staying here, I need you to keep an eye on things.' Otto rubbed his hand over his face. Wearing Richards' robotic body sounded about as appealing as slipping on someone else's old underwear. ' Scheisse. Let's do it.'
'Mooks! Arise! Fight! Destroy! We will not be cowed. Attack! Attack! Hog on, brothers!'
The mooks snatched up whatever came to hand — rocks, bits of bone, the skulls of ancient meals — and with a roar of 'Hog on!' charged. The mountain rumbled and the eye of the Terror filled the sky.
Bear cast himself into the fray, hurling Penumbra's creatures into the air.
'Captain,' grunted Hog, 'bring the shadow to the Flower King. Without it we can do nothing.'
Piccolo nodded and ran into the fight, his pirates following close behind. Richards scooped up Tarquin and slipped the bloodied lionskin on.
'All better now?' purred the lion.
'I will be when this is all done,' said Richards. 'We've got to keep Waldo safe, or it won't be. Come on.'
The battle was going poorly for the mooks. The creatures of Penumbra, fronted by his haemites, marched towards the centre of the Anvil's heart. They slashed methodically with broad-bladed swords, sucking the life from scores of the grey-skinned creatures. Others, welded into pairs and bearing flameflowers integrated into their bodies, burnt many more. Hundreds of mooks died in the first few moments, but they attacked the opposing army in waves fuelled by the fiercest fanaticism. They were weak, yet they were many, and the vanguard of Penumbra's force was pulled down by screaming mooks to be rent apart. Piccolo and his band accounted for more, and Bear took on an entire phalanx on his own, battering his way in a frenzy through a score of trollmen. But the cordon tightened, and soon Lord Hog was forced back onto his altar, cleaver in one hand, a long skewer in the other, Richards and Waldo behind him. Increasing numbers of trollmen and haemites made their way through the thinning mooks. Hog smashed them back, plucked them from the floor and hurled them into their comrades, split them from crown to crotch with his cleaver.
'Hurry! Hurry! I cannot hold them for much longer!' he bellowed. Richards kept Waldo between himself and the altar, Tarquin a shield of stone. In his hand he grasped his revolver, gunning down any that came close.
The mountain shook, rocks fell. Gaps appeared in the walls, chasms across the floor, blackness visible through them all. Wind blasted as the Terror devoured the air, the shattering of reality a fragile background to the raw tumult of war.
The mooks were falling like wheat before a scythe. One, then two of Piccolo's pirates went down. The whole cavern shook. The mountain died as those who fought within died. The last great bastion of the world was coming apart, and Penumbra laughed. He was becoming less of a shadow with each death, an exact double of Waldo in dark armour.
A tremor brought a section of wall down, shattering into dying numbers as the stone toppled into darkness. Lumps of rock rolled across the floor, crushing many from both sides. Piccolo danced over a boulder that rolled into the last of his pirates, and found himself face to face with Penumbra.
Richards called out to the air captain, but his voice was lost. With his limited influence on the world he turned aside blades as he fought, rocks bouncing from an invisible shield about him and the dazed Waldo. When his attention returned to Piccolo, the air captain was engaged in a desperate fight with Penumbra. Piccolo was a master fencer, yet Penumbra had command of his blade beyond that which Piccolo could boast, for it was a part of his black heart. Richards watched as they danced back and forth, leaping over gaping holes in the cavern floor, twisting away from each other's weapons when the ground shook harder, slaying creatures who dared to interrupt their duel. Richards reached out across the tumult of warring information and hooked into Piccolo's mind. At his core, limited coding and intelligence lay dormant, quest-giving, support, yarn-spinning, a minor NPC in some outdated game. Overlaying it a vital intelligence thrummed, imbued with life by Waldo.
'Come now, shadow man!' cried the captain. 'I have no fear of thee!'
'Then you are as foolish as your hat,' said the shadow being.
Shadow-sword turned steel feather aside. Left-hand dagger forced soul-sucking blade away. But it could not go on forever. Perspiration poured from Piccolo. Penumbra attempted to execute a high-handed thrust, coming in over Piccolo's guard, but the captain saw it, parried with his dagger, made a faux-pas to Piccolo's left, then swung his blade across his torso, bypassing Penumbra's cirque-a-six.
Penumbra glanced down with amusement on his face. His flesh rippled as if Piccolo's blade had passed through water.
'No matter how hard you fight, you will never best me. Do you not see? As this world dies, I grow the stronger while you grow weaker. Each death brings me closer to my rightful state, and I will forge this realm anew.'
'Is that so? Then I am damned, and all is lost.' Piccolo let out a shout, and pushed himself onto the dark lord's sword. Richards gasped, feeling the cold black of the blade as Piccolo did. Penumbra laughed as Piccolo disintegrated, but stopped. Piccolo's face lacked fear. Penumbra turned, and there stood Bear, tall as vengeance. Penumbra frowned and tried to pull his sword free of Piccolo, but could not. As his body disintegrated into sooty particles and was sucked into Penumbra's blade, Piccolo spoke again.
'We may not be able to slay you, prince, but if I am one of the last few pieces of your puzzle then at the very least my death should make you solid enough to catch.' These last words were framed by nought but the shape of a mouth. Piccolo was gone. Richards fought to pull back, and clutched at his chest, transferring his flailing senses to Bear.
'Right then, you slippery bastard!' said Bear. 'My friend's death better have been worth it. Let me tell you, I'm in no mood for any funny business.' Penumbra turned as the huge toy leant forward and prodded him. His arm was solid, and bled a little where Bear's claw poked. 'Yep,' said Bear, 'that's that for you,' and he grasped him under one large arm, pinning both of Penumbra's to his side. 'Right, sunshine, we've got an appointment with the doctor.'
Bear battered his way one-handed through the warring armies towards the altar where Lord Hog, surrounded, fought a dozen assailants.
'Listen! Listen! Let us strike a deal,' wheedled Penumbra.
'No sale, chum.' Bear punched his claws through the face of a trollman. 'I've seen how your deals work out.'
'No, listen! Listen! I must absorb much of this world, it is true, but I can spare a piece of myself. I can make you real, Bear. Real! Just think! No more of this demi-life. You will be a creature of substance. I will leave you upon the world of your choice, where you may fight as long as you like.'
Bear chuckled. 'Now you sound like Richards. I may be real, I may be not, but the important thing is that I feel real, and I always have. When I was a toy, I enjoyed being a toy, because I was loved and needed and it didn't matter to me that I was only stuffed.' Three haemites came howling at them. A strong backhander saw them off. 'Now, it may be only a little bit different here, but it still doesn't matter. What does matter is that you are a very bad man. So shut it, Mr Sneaky.'
They were nearly at the altar, which ran with Hog's blood. His skin was opened by many small wounds, and he bled freely from them, but the monster fought on.
'Hey! Piggy! I've got him!' said Bear as the remaining members of Lord Hog's guard formed up around him in a semi-circle.
'Good! I have done what I can, now the rest is up to you! You must sew the Penumbra back onto the Flower King, for he will not willingly rejoin his greater part!'
When he heard this, Penumbra began to wriggle frantically.
