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The Interference
Standing up, Donalbain winced in pain. Being thrown against a standing stone was not something pleasant, but Mumm-Ra's spell should have healed him. Why was he feeling like a piece of his spine was cracked?
Looking at his right shoulder, Donalbain grew hesitant to fight anymore. The wound that Gard had inflicted was still bleeding.
This was impossible. This sort of thing had never happened before, not since… Not since Sengann Fortress when Jaques had been killed. He should not have been killed, Mumm-Ra had granted him, Donalbain and Orsino invulnerability in a sense. No wound would be fatal, it was not possible, not unless…
Eyes darting back and forth, Donalbain's eyes fell upon one of the standing stones. Upon it was the likeness of the mysterious figure whom Donalbain had seen on a statue at Sengann Fortress. Upon the standing stone was a name: Mumm-Rana. Whoever she was, she was more powerful than Mumm-Ra and that alone caused Donalbain to grow fearful. If there was one more powerful than Mumm-Ra, then how long could he, Pumyra and Orsino possibly last?
Following Donalbain's gaze, Gard saw what his opponent was staring at. He had taken notice of the fact that Donalbain's shoulder wound had not healed and now he was beginning to understand why. He remembered the battle at Sengann Fortress, whoever this Mumm-Rana was, she was greater than her male counterpart.
As Gard realized Donalbain's hesitance, he inquired: "If you surrender, will you return to Mumm-Ra and leave the ThunderCats unharmed for a time?"
It was a tempting offer. Donalbain liked living as much as anyone else did, but at the same time he feared whatever punishment Mumm-Ra would give him. Even with the spell that healed him, the pain would be anything but momentary. It would just keep coming and Donalbain would wish that it would stop. So why did he not abandon Mumm-Ra? He wished he knew. Mumm-Ra was his master, his deity… So many things, not all of them good, yet Donalbain knew what death felt like, he knew where souls like his went and he was not looking forward to it. As long as Mumm-Ra lived, so did he.
From their respective ridges, the cats stared, unsure of what was going to happen. Lion-O and Tygra had doubts that Donalbain would surrender, while Pumyra feared that her companion would show weakness.
It was that fear that caused her to take action.
The Puma prepared her crossbow, took aim and fired at the Old Savage. The bolt hit him in the shoulder, a wound that had the potential to turn gangrenous if left unattended. What Pumyra did was enough to drive Tygra into action, taking his pistol and opening fire with the same intentions to kill that she had.