A world without He-man

[Skeletor]

Yeller watched with wide eyes as the Heroic Asgardian cannoned into the new prime. As the combatants clashed a short distance away, Yeller franticly attempted to contact the wizard again. “Thor! Thor is here!” He practically shouted into his mind’s connection to the wizard. “You didn’t tell me that you guys were sending a prime!”
There was a slight pause before the wizard replied, “…we didn’t send Thor… what is he doing?” the wizard asked with evident concern.
“He’s fighting with one of the new primes! The skeleton one!” Yeller thought with excitement. He was watching the Asgardian and the warlock as they clashed a short distance away from the fountain.

The Wizard swore, “That’s not good. Get the other prime out of there, Sir Ptolemy will be arriving at the Camelot gate any moment, but he’s not preparing for a fight. Take the other prime and warn Sir Ptolemy. If there’s a fight happening at the Fountain, we can be sure those imperial curs have noticed it by now.”
Yeller nodded, although the action was entirely pointless to communicate his understanding to the wizard he was speaking to. “Understood.” He said, then mentally refocused himself on the situation at hand.
The two primes were still locked in combat, now farther away from the fountain. The green-haired prime was sitting on the edge of the fountain, stubby legs dangling contentedly, as she watched the fight. Yeller threw back the hood of his elven cloak, getting up as the semblance of stone fell away from him. “Quickly! Come with me!” he said with his best attempt at confidence, and extended a hand towards the startled prime.