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Martyrs Tourney Rd.1 vs. Sn00p


"Blix"

In the afterglow of a star foregoing it's collapse
the frozen Takhaar kingdom lies prone to an attack.
The cold has been so ravaging, with harsher winds to come,
that the home of the Takhaarishi has halved within a month.
It's architectural sculptures of once monumental size
lie carpeted in sulphur beneath a frosted bed of ice.
The drop in present climate has seen their numbers deplete
as they're not as energised without the sun and it's heat.
They function by gleaning it's energy through their scales
so this sudden extreme has left them weakened and pale.
Its people are ailing, but we're not here to try and support 'em,
we're just eagerly waiting to strike without warning...
"FIRE ON MY ORDER!" caterwauled General Binx
who smiled at the corners of his menacing grin.
His dual-headedness lifted a tentacle upright
addressing his missionaries as he steadied his good eye.
"READY?" he grunts while they hang on his word
as the vedette adjust in a mechanical whirr.
Binx blasts an assertive "AIM!" to the squad he's commanding,
as the polax-cannon then searches for a Point of Optimum Damage.
Once the POD is established "FIRE!" comes his ***kling cry
as it's infrasonic galactic beam lights up the vacuous sky.
Binx glanced to his right, where his deputy sat,
& thought back to a time before he made the General's badge.
A centuries passed since the falling of that star,
when he was drafted to go to war with the Takhaar.
Binx was always pretty ardent that their hecatomb was met
but had worn a heavy heart today when sentencing their deaths.
His deputy had questioned him before they set off in pursuit
and still etched within his memory was "What did they do?"