John needed to do something, and fast. He was the bandleader. He couldn't let anything happen to any of his mates.
The Beast lifted his huge, fanged head and growled a terrible growl at Ringo again, who looked absolutely terrified but refused to let go. His Crown seemed to be glowing brighter as he struggled with the Beast. The Beast didn't seem to like that at all, his eyes blinking in a very disturbing way as he stared murderously at Ringo. Hmm. John glanced down at George, partly just to make sure he was still all right. George was unmoving, except his whole body was trembling, but his hand still clutched the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract. The Beast's sharp claws pinned George's shoulders to the ground, but no part of him touched the special Jar.
John's mind raced. The Beatles didn't have all five objects yet, it was true. They couldn't defeat the Beast for good yet. But if John remembered correctly, King Richard had trapped the Beast for centuries with only three objects in hand. The Beatles should be able to call him off.
Quickly, without a moment to lose, John drew his Sword. "Let Ringo hold anda this time, all right?" he murmured hurriedly, before turning to Ringo. ""Ey, King Richard!" he called, and he tossed the Sword in Ringo's direction.
Ringo wasn't expecting that, but reflexively reached out and caught it, letting go of the Beast as he did so. The Sword glowed hot in Ringo's hands, but it didn't object the way it had every other time someone other than John had touched it. Ringo could feel the auras of the Crown and the Sword coming together inside him, filling him with a powerful, warm feeling that was strong, but somehow not entirely pleasant.
Paul glanced quickly at John and caught on. "Ringo, here!" He tossed the Titanium Pound Coin in Ringo's direction. Ringo wasn't expecting that, but he and Paul knew each other so well that he caught it. Strength rippled up and down Ringo's arms, combining with the powers of the Sword and the Crown. It felt completely foreign, almost like a warrior had taken control of Ringo's body.
The Beast, meanwhile, had been watching all this, his tail lashing angrily against George's face, since the Beast had turned around on him to keep his yellow eyes trained on Ringo. This couldn't be good for him. It was exactly what he didn't want - four of the special objects in one place, and three of them being held oleh the same person.
The Beast suddenly kicked out with a hind paw. Ringo, Paul, and John let out a collective gasp, fearing the worst for George, but the Beast's sharp claws caught only the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract, knocking it out of George's hand and rolling it across the ground towards him. The sharp claws of the Beast's front paw closed against the glass of the jar. He was going to break it.
If the Beast broke the Yeast jar, that would be one lebih useless special object. The Beast's claws began to press the Jar into the ground, as he still perched on puncak, atas of George. Ringo, hardly aware of what he was doing, reached out with the Sword and touched it to the Beast's claws, stopping him.
The Beast snarled at Ringo. Slowly, he stood up and took a menacing step forward, abandoning George. Paul rushed meneruskan, ke depan and pulled George out of harm's way. He wished he could do the same for Ringo, who stood alone as the Beast advanced.
But Ringo held his ground. With the three special objects surrounding him with their auras - almost fighting him with their auras, Ringo thought - he raised the Sword as the Beast brought down his claws. The Sword met the Beast's claws with a clash, and the Beast let out a roar, clearly uncomfortable with the touch of a special object, especially as it was wielded oleh someone who carried two lebih special objects. The Beast's nostrils dilated furiously, and Ringo realized with a sudden chill what the Beast was trying to do.
He had decided to unleash his soul-sucking powers on Ringo.
The Beast sucked in long, deliberate breaths, trying to breathe in Ringo's soul. But the effort seemed to be painful somehow. At the moment, breathing in Ringo's soul would mean breathing through the auras of three special objects, which the Beast clearly couldn't do comfortably. John and Paul noticed it, too, and they silently pulled George away into the flowering bushes, hoping the Beast would be unable to smell them and threaten to take one of their souls instead. All three collectively held their breath, never letting their eyes leave Ringo.
Meanwhile, Ringo stubbornly kept the Sword touching the Beast's paw. He was going to try something, though he had no idea if it was going to work...
Ringo began to push the Beast's paw towards the Jar lying on the ground. He could feel the strength from the Titanium Pound Coin, helping him with the effort. The Beast noticed what he was up to, and gave a great roar followed oleh the longest inhale yet, determined to get around the Objects' protection and just finish him. jantung pounding as he realized this, all Ringo could do was suck in his breath and hold it. He had a very unpleasant sensation from somewhere deep inside him - like his very essence was trying to escape from his body - but it didn't happen. Ringo didn't know if this was because the special objects were still shielding him atau simply because he'd held his breath, atau both, but he didn't bother trying to figure it out. He gave a mighty effort, and pushed the Beast's paw down, so he got one of his claws inside the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract.
A great howl of pain rose from the Beast. Being touched oleh two Objects at once seemed to be enough to wound it. The Beast drew back, nursing the tender paw. And Ringo turned and ran for the bushes where his mates were waiting for him.
How the Beatles managed to make it out running, they never knew. Paul was still supporting George, who was shaking uncontrollably and could barely stand, and strange black spots were beginning to awan Ringo's eyes. Then there was the fact that the boys still refused to leave their instruments. But somehow, the foursome managed to run and keep running until they were sure that they had lost the Beast of Bodmin Moor.
In fact, the boys ran until they saw the trees beginning to thin, and heard the rush of cars coming from just a little ways ahead. Good. They had had enough of forests for a long time.
Paul gently helped George sit down under a pohon while they all caught their breath. George tried to tell Paul he was fine, but he was still shaking too badly to say anything yet.
"Good tampil back there, King Richard," John said, smiling with proud affection at their drummer.
Ringo tried to smile back, but suddenly realized he felt vaguely sick. The Sword and the Coin almost seemed to be having a battle inside him, almost fighting for dominance, though it sounded silly when he put it that way. Wordlessly, Ringo handed the Sword of Truth back to John, then pulled out the Titanium Pound Coin and gave it to Paul. He felt unsteady, and there was a loud ringing in his ears.
Ringo took a step back, faltered, and fell to the ground in a faint.
The Beast lifted his huge, fanged head and growled a terrible growl at Ringo again, who looked absolutely terrified but refused to let go. His Crown seemed to be glowing brighter as he struggled with the Beast. The Beast didn't seem to like that at all, his eyes blinking in a very disturbing way as he stared murderously at Ringo. Hmm. John glanced down at George, partly just to make sure he was still all right. George was unmoving, except his whole body was trembling, but his hand still clutched the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract. The Beast's sharp claws pinned George's shoulders to the ground, but no part of him touched the special Jar.
John's mind raced. The Beatles didn't have all five objects yet, it was true. They couldn't defeat the Beast for good yet. But if John remembered correctly, King Richard had trapped the Beast for centuries with only three objects in hand. The Beatles should be able to call him off.
Quickly, without a moment to lose, John drew his Sword. "Let Ringo hold anda this time, all right?" he murmured hurriedly, before turning to Ringo. ""Ey, King Richard!" he called, and he tossed the Sword in Ringo's direction.
Ringo wasn't expecting that, but reflexively reached out and caught it, letting go of the Beast as he did so. The Sword glowed hot in Ringo's hands, but it didn't object the way it had every other time someone other than John had touched it. Ringo could feel the auras of the Crown and the Sword coming together inside him, filling him with a powerful, warm feeling that was strong, but somehow not entirely pleasant.
Paul glanced quickly at John and caught on. "Ringo, here!" He tossed the Titanium Pound Coin in Ringo's direction. Ringo wasn't expecting that, but he and Paul knew each other so well that he caught it. Strength rippled up and down Ringo's arms, combining with the powers of the Sword and the Crown. It felt completely foreign, almost like a warrior had taken control of Ringo's body.
The Beast, meanwhile, had been watching all this, his tail lashing angrily against George's face, since the Beast had turned around on him to keep his yellow eyes trained on Ringo. This couldn't be good for him. It was exactly what he didn't want - four of the special objects in one place, and three of them being held oleh the same person.
The Beast suddenly kicked out with a hind paw. Ringo, Paul, and John let out a collective gasp, fearing the worst for George, but the Beast's sharp claws caught only the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract, knocking it out of George's hand and rolling it across the ground towards him. The sharp claws of the Beast's front paw closed against the glass of the jar. He was going to break it.
If the Beast broke the Yeast jar, that would be one lebih useless special object. The Beast's claws began to press the Jar into the ground, as he still perched on puncak, atas of George. Ringo, hardly aware of what he was doing, reached out with the Sword and touched it to the Beast's claws, stopping him.
The Beast snarled at Ringo. Slowly, he stood up and took a menacing step forward, abandoning George. Paul rushed meneruskan, ke depan and pulled George out of harm's way. He wished he could do the same for Ringo, who stood alone as the Beast advanced.
But Ringo held his ground. With the three special objects surrounding him with their auras - almost fighting him with their auras, Ringo thought - he raised the Sword as the Beast brought down his claws. The Sword met the Beast's claws with a clash, and the Beast let out a roar, clearly uncomfortable with the touch of a special object, especially as it was wielded oleh someone who carried two lebih special objects. The Beast's nostrils dilated furiously, and Ringo realized with a sudden chill what the Beast was trying to do.
He had decided to unleash his soul-sucking powers on Ringo.
The Beast sucked in long, deliberate breaths, trying to breathe in Ringo's soul. But the effort seemed to be painful somehow. At the moment, breathing in Ringo's soul would mean breathing through the auras of three special objects, which the Beast clearly couldn't do comfortably. John and Paul noticed it, too, and they silently pulled George away into the flowering bushes, hoping the Beast would be unable to smell them and threaten to take one of their souls instead. All three collectively held their breath, never letting their eyes leave Ringo.
Meanwhile, Ringo stubbornly kept the Sword touching the Beast's paw. He was going to try something, though he had no idea if it was going to work...
Ringo began to push the Beast's paw towards the Jar lying on the ground. He could feel the strength from the Titanium Pound Coin, helping him with the effort. The Beast noticed what he was up to, and gave a great roar followed oleh the longest inhale yet, determined to get around the Objects' protection and just finish him. jantung pounding as he realized this, all Ringo could do was suck in his breath and hold it. He had a very unpleasant sensation from somewhere deep inside him - like his very essence was trying to escape from his body - but it didn't happen. Ringo didn't know if this was because the special objects were still shielding him atau simply because he'd held his breath, atau both, but he didn't bother trying to figure it out. He gave a mighty effort, and pushed the Beast's paw down, so he got one of his claws inside the Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract.
A great howl of pain rose from the Beast. Being touched oleh two Objects at once seemed to be enough to wound it. The Beast drew back, nursing the tender paw. And Ringo turned and ran for the bushes where his mates were waiting for him.
How the Beatles managed to make it out running, they never knew. Paul was still supporting George, who was shaking uncontrollably and could barely stand, and strange black spots were beginning to awan Ringo's eyes. Then there was the fact that the boys still refused to leave their instruments. But somehow, the foursome managed to run and keep running until they were sure that they had lost the Beast of Bodmin Moor.
In fact, the boys ran until they saw the trees beginning to thin, and heard the rush of cars coming from just a little ways ahead. Good. They had had enough of forests for a long time.
Paul gently helped George sit down under a pohon while they all caught their breath. George tried to tell Paul he was fine, but he was still shaking too badly to say anything yet.
"Good tampil back there, King Richard," John said, smiling with proud affection at their drummer.
Ringo tried to smile back, but suddenly realized he felt vaguely sick. The Sword and the Coin almost seemed to be having a battle inside him, almost fighting for dominance, though it sounded silly when he put it that way. Wordlessly, Ringo handed the Sword of Truth back to John, then pulled out the Titanium Pound Coin and gave it to Paul. He felt unsteady, and there was a loud ringing in his ears.
Ringo took a step back, faltered, and fell to the ground in a faint.
