by Turkish Stringfellow
A deafening explosion of sediment and ancient volcanic ore plumed a hundred feet into the air as the composite creature landed his one-hundred-twenty-mile leap. The midrange base of the dormant volcano tremored with the landing, a pair of bare feet gripping the ground with precision.
"Ow..." Turkish Stringfellow commented. A fine mist of dust slowly rolled off his robe, cleaning it back to its original gray tone. Smudges of mud complied in the same fashion, dropping away from his face.
He stood, left arm folded behind him, staring at the great beast rumbling toward his current location. Slowly, with the whisper of a ghost, a black top hat phased up from the bottom of the crater that Stringfellow's landing had made. It twirled up, spinning, over the prophet's smooth head, arching forward a bit. Hanging motionless for a moment, Turkish glanced up and to his left, eyeing the object, even as the creature roared an unearthly sound.
"Are you quite finished, yet?" Turkish asked the hat in a low tone.
At that, the air popped with a crackle of dead leaves, and M'xy's head appeared, supporting the hat.
"Am I finished being quiet? Crackers!" the godling's head responded, his body suddenly billowing out from his neck like an inflated balloon.
The creature, having made its way around the crux of the dormant giant, leapt suddenly toward the two.
Turkish turned toward the floating M'xy to his left, nonchalantly holding his hand out toward the attack. "Excuse me..." he mumbled, "...one moment, please..."
The creature's leap made its arch, and, without warning, halted in midair. It thrashed and roared against the unseen force as the Earth's natural magnetic polarity reversed directly under the being. Above him, unseen by all eyes, a wave of positive polarity countered, keeping the being held between the two impossible forces.
"You are having fun, correct?" Turkish casually asked M'xy, completely ignoring the creature's howls.
"I never leave home without it!" the impish god responded, finding that if he crossed his eyes for any given length of time, that light itself began to hum with an old Jazz rhythm.
"I see..." Turkish said, nodding, "...but, perhaps it is time to end this?"
"I wish! The thing just threw us a hundred miles!"
"Yes... and, interestingly enough, we weren't hurt..."
"Of course not!"
"Of course not?"
"Yes! I threw up a... uh... a force-field!" he exclaimed with a bright smile, gesturing with his fingers into the implied shape.
Turkish gently smiled. "Hmm..." he said, nodding with understanding, "...yes, you are playing the hero role admirably..."
M'xy's black hole-event-horizons, or eyes, narrowed a bit. "That obvious, huh?"
"A bit, yes."
M'xy sighed, a flock of birds somewhere in Northern Europe suddenly gaining a few green stripes in their feathers for no apparent reason. "Was it the force-field?" he asked sincerely, doing his fingers in that manner again.
Turkish thought for a moment, rubbing his chin. "Actually, probably the strictly-physical attack you began with..."
"Yeah, that was off-the-cuff, you know..."
"You did a good job, really."
"You think?"
"Absolutely. You had the proper emotional response."
"Yeah, did you see the angry face I made?"
"I did."
"I thought that part was good..."
"Very vengeful of you..."
"I watch a lot of Pacino."
"Actually, I caught a bit of Ford in the look..."
"You think I pulled off a Harrison?"
"A hint, yes..."
"Hey, thanks! I've been working on it for awhile..."
"I can tell." Turkish nodded, once again glancing over at the suspended creature still flailing. "So, shall we wind this up, then?"
M'xy shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, why not?"
M'xy's smile got even wider. Then, with a brilliant flash, the creature burst into a few thousand pounds' worth of violet, satin scarves.
"Excellent," Turkish commented, picking up one of the satin folds. "I've always wanted one of these..."
M'xy began laughing, the coral reef of the oceans sparkling with luminous glitter. "I think I am going to like you, prophet..."