Trapjaw was currently looking at a hand held digital readout, seeing what his doomsekkers were seeing. "Idiots" he thought of the others, "Why look for that jewel when you got these little guys to do all the work for you."
A few seconds later his screen went completely blank. He tried taping it a few times but it didn't. "What happen" he asked himself.
"A small, directed, electro magnetic pulse. Not powerful enough to knock out anything thats to big, but good enough to deal with small electronic devices, such as your hand held right there" an unknown voice told him from behind a building.
"Who are you" Trapjaw demanded, "where are you."
"My name is Mech" he told Trapjaw as he walk out from behind his hiding space and twenty feet in front of him.
"Who are you suppose to be? Some kind of Man-at-Arms wannabe" Trapjaw asked him.
"You know, your the second person today to ask me that" Mech told him. "I'm sure you know the first person that asked me that, he goes by the name of Kobra Khan."
"Kobra Khan. You know where that traitor's at" Trapjaw asked him.
"I'm not to sure. He's probably in a highly secure holding cell on a military base back on Earth. Care to join him" he asked.
"I don't think so" Trapjaw told him as he shot a freeze ray at Mech.
Mech jumped out of the way but was caught in the right leg, freezing it.
"Ha, your leg is frozen, you won't be able to use it for a while" he told Mech.
"Think again" Mech told him, as the ice began to quickly melt away. Half a minute later the ice had completely melted away.
"How did you do that" Trapjaw asked in shock.
"I've built super hot external heating elements into my suit" Mech told him, "so your freeze ray isn't going to work."
"Ha, I've got more than one settings on this" Trapjaw told him as he changed the setting on his arm from freeze ray to laser.
"Now lets see how you like ooofff" Trapjaw tried to tell him as he was changing the setting and aiming his laser arm when he was hit square in the chest by a blast of ball lightning.
Mech, lowering his bulky, futuristic looking rifle, looked at the now unconscious Trapjaw and told him, "You shouldent take so long to fire you weapon."
After Skelator stopped laughing, he looked up at He-Ro and told him, "Your not
He-Ro. He died a thousand years ago."
"I not the same He-Ro, bonehead" he told Skelator as he jumped off of the building and onto the ground below, "I'm the new one."
"So your an impostor" he told He-Ro.
"Why don't you fight me and see for yourself."
"Thats fine by me" Skelator told him as he launched a blast of black magic at He-Ro.
He-Ro held out the Staff of Light, hoping to catch the blast and then send it back to Skelator.
Only it didn't work because when the blast touched the tip of the staff, it exploded, sending He-Ro into the building behind him.
"Now to finish him off" Skelator said as he sent another blast into the building, blowing it up.
"Well that was easy" he said as he watched the structure turn into flames.
A few seconds later he was then shocked to see He-Ro walking out of the burning building, a golden energy shield all around him.
"Guess I'm not that easy to kill, am I" He-Ro asked.
"You guess wrong" Skelator told him as rushed right at him ready to bash him with his Havoc Staff.
The Havoc Staff clashed against the Staff of Light, a flash appearing when they collided.
"You are not He-Ro" Skelator informed him while the two were still locked up.
"Yes I am" he told him as he pushed Skelator back with a great push.
He-Ro, looking at the old man that Skelator was trying to get some information out of, told him, "you need to get out of here quick."
"I understand" the old man told him as he ran as fast as his old legs would take him.
Getting back up, Skelator told He-Ro "that was Panthor's lunch."
"Well he looks a little busy right now" he told him, pointing out the battle between Panthor and Battle Wolf.
"He will just have to have your dog then" Skelator informed him.
"It doesn't look like thats going to happen" He-Ro replied.
"Then he will just have to have you then" he told He-Ro as he shot another blast at him.