Zap!
Not long after that, we found ourselves in front of a towering metal building and more enemies were pouring out of it. Then something very weird happened. A large thunderbolt came arcing from the top of the building; the very air around it crackled with power.
It was so sudden and painfully bright that I squeezed my eyes shut. Then it hit me and I felt like I was on fire. I stumbled and tumbled backward, head over tail; I even scratched my tail with my own horns. It took a moment for me to remember which way was up.
I swayed unsteadily and blinked my burning eyes, glaring at the creatures that had no doubt controlled the blast.
They would die.
"Cyn?" Sparx said anxiously as I crouched down, shaking angrily like a dog. "You okay, sis?"
I planned to torch them. But out of my mouth came my own little thunderbolt. Sure as hell didn't see that one coming. The things ran right into over a thousand volts and died on impact. The idiots.
"Woo!" said a surprised Sparx. "I guess so! Did that really just happen?"
"Apparently," I muttered. The good thing was that my wing was finally thawing. I glanced at the tower with the zap-cannon and released an evil grin. I had an idea.
"Why do I not like that look?" Sparx muttered.
He should just be glad I wasn't looking at him with it. This wasn't the 'do it or die' look. This was the 'I hope someone has finished writing their will because they are going to need it soon' look.
I killed the warriors outside and dashed into the tower. It was sort of depressing – plain steel, a plain spiralling staircase. I climbed up to find the idiot warrior at the cannon, the one who had directed the 'zap' that had shot me.
Needless to say, I repaid the favour.
I reared up on my back paws and grabbed the control, peering through the little eyepiece. I turned it to look around. There were walls and towers all around, with idiot apes and warriors crawling all over them. Metal walls and towers.
One of the few things I know about metal?
Don't zap it when you're touching it. And, though I'd never thought about it before, don't zap it when other people are touching it. Unless you want them to regret leaving their electricity cannon lightly guarded. I didn't want them to live long enough to regret it.
The one thing I've learned so far? In war, exploit every advantage possible. In this little snow land there were three armies: the hundreds of apes, the warriors, and little ol' me.
And little ol' me was winning.
I gave every building I could reach a good hard 'zap.' Screams filled the frozen air. By the time I was ready to continue, my wing had fully thawed, so I was back in the skies. It turned out most of my enemies had been in the buildings I had zapped, so I didn't run into much resistance.
But something had survived my 'zaps.'
I found myself facing these ghostlike skeletal floating warriors. I think they were what remained of the warriors I had zapped. And for some strange reason they weren't pleased with me.
I wonder why?
They weren't hard at all, though, so they weren't a problem. All the apes were dead, fortunately. At least they weren't weird ghost-things beneath their non-existent armor. Come to think of it, I wish they wore armor. Their fur was never clean, and it seemed like they never bothered to change or wash their clothes. They were filthy, ugly, and I hated looking at them. Besides, if they wore armor, they just might wear metal armor.
I continued on, enjoying the significant decrease in enemies. But I sighed when I finally passed the last tower I had electrocuted. The first thing I spotted was a fuse coming out of the door.
Needless to say, I lit it.
But there was method to my madness.
I positioned myself a hundred or so feet above the building that had been foolish enough to leave a fuse sticking out their front door when one fire-breathing menace or another might happen upon it.
That fire-breathing menace being me, of course.