The Spectral Force VS Ramses II

"Kneel! Kneel before Ramses the Great!" Cleric dodged one of the magical plasma bolts which the self-proclaimed pharaoh was unleashing with alarming rapidity and apparent indiscretion. It sizzled into the concrete like a sparking lime. Leaping over the glowing puddle, Cleric took shelter behind an over turned car. He checked the brand and found it was a Volvo. _'That should buy you some time,'_ echoed a feminine voice in his head. "Hey!" he shouted back. "I have no brand loyalty, Cosmos! I just--" More plasma struck, this time eating away at his cover. The car held, though. _'You were saying?'_ she prompted. "Never mind!" Cleric adjusted his long black coat with a burnt hand. "Just give me some cover! I want to be done with the Egyptian Idiot before the Morning Edition!" _'Sure thing, Father._ "I'm not your f--" _'Go!'_ Cosmos flew down from the sky, throwing miniature stars at Ramses II. He hastily fled the ensuing explosions. Taking a deep breath, Cleric removed his gloves. "Alright. Time to finish this."