Chapter Fifteen:
"Let me go, man!" Pyro shouted as Toad dragged him unceremoniously from the dance floor, "Harmony's out there fighting those things! I gotta save her!"
Toad shook his head sadly as he pulled the love struck pyretic behind the bar with the others. Lance and Oz were quickly trying to hook up the dusty sound system as Mary and Nancy dug threw a box of unlabeled compact disc cases, opening each in search of those two magic words... Bee Gees.
"She's out there!" Pyro said, whirling angrily at his teammate, "I've gotta help her!"
Toad tilted his head slightly and stared over the young man's shoulder with a frown that quickly changed into an amused smirk.
"Maybe it's just me..." he replied, "But I don't think she needs your help, mate..."
Pyro turned to see what Toad was talking about, when Harmony and one unfortunate Troll flew over the bar, and the blonde vampire in question proceeded to beat the living daylights out of her opponent. After she let out her cry of victory, Pyro stepped around the others quickly to reach her, just in case the Troll miraculously recovered from his current concussion.
Toad shook his head sadly again and crouched next to Nancy and Mary. They were still searching unsuccessfully for the right music.
"Dammit... dammit... DAMMIT!" Nancy shouted at no one in particular, "Would a fucking label maker have been too much of an investment?! Here... here... HERE!"
She dumped part of the box at Toad's feet as she continued to shout, "Open those! We have to find the fucking disco!"
Toad ignored the witch (bitch) and leapt up onto the bar to see if Remy's beheading had begun yet.
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The hoard of Trolls charged forward, their collective focus shifting from desirable footwear to the panicking Cajun and his 'allies.' None of them seemed anxious to follow after Harmony, so they rushed in a far circle away from the bar and enclosed the exposed trio quickly.
"Mon Dieu," Remy squeaked out, "I should have brought more cards with me. Becca, throw a fire ball at them or something, chere!"
"Really...not a great idea to start a fire over an alcohol soaked floor," she replied, "Any other bright ideas?"
"Why don't we take a few minutes and talk about it..." Sid said, already focusing his power on the discarded bottles scattered around the club.
A solid wall of glass quickly shot up from the ground in between them and the angry Trolls. The first line of creatures ran full force into the semi-transparent shield, followed quickly by the next wave. The Trolls poked and knocked on the wall with surprise. Some began pressing their gnarled faces against the surface, flattening their cheeks and mouths into strange shapes. A few had even started licking the wall and strangely nodding with approval.
"Father!" they heard a voice shout, "The magic wall tastes like ale!" Which was quickly followed by, "Shut up, you fools! Find a way in!"
"Now what?" Sid asked, holding out a hand toward the wall as the Trolls struggled against it.
"I though you had a bright idea?" Remy asked, picking up a pool cue from the floor and twirling it in his hands experimentally.
"This was my bright idea!" Sid shouted back, "Someone else's turn to think..."
Rebecca spotted Toad jump out from behind the bar and called out to him.
"You guys find any disco yet?" she asked, but Remy spoke up before Toad could reply.
"Disco? Why are you looking for disco? Why not a machine gun, oui?" the Cajun asked, waving his recovered pool cue in the air dramatically.
"No, we haven't found it yet!" Nancy shouted before Toad could reply, "So just shut up and stall, for God's sake!"
"Remy tried that!" the Cajun shouted back, again before Toad could reply, "That is what pissed them off in the first place, no!"
"Uh, oh," Sid said (this time Toad had not even attempted to chime in), "Uh... guys?"
The force of the Trolls against the glass barrier started causing small cracks to appear along the outside. The new weakness was not lost on the creatures, and they began to pound the wall with their fists.
"Sound board's up!" Lance called out, getting to his feet and climbing quickly over the bar, "Could you guys use some help?"
"Professional," Rebecca replied, "Certified and professional..."
"Somehow I doubt talk therapy would do much for those guys," Oz added in typical Oz fashion as he also slid over the bar.
An audible crack sounded through the club as pieces of Sid's glass wall began to fall away. The Trolls roared triumphantly and began forcing their way through from the other side.
"Here we go," Sid said, preparing to release his hold on the wall, "Just in case, Gambit... you might wanna kiss your head goodbye..."
Remy scowled (not appreciating Sid's humor on nearly the same level as a certain green-skinned Englishman) and held the billiard's stick out in front of him protectively. He was not worried. He was with his allies, after all... his friends. They would not allow those Trolls to kill their favorite Cajun. They would put up a good fight. They would defeat their enemies with their incredible supernatural and mutant powers... and with disco...
"I am going to die," Remy said aloud as the Trolls finally shattered a section of the glass wall and charged toward him again.
