A world without He-man

[Skeletor]

The battle was joined almost before Skeletor had even stopped his horse. The stormtroopers pulling to a halt, and opening fire. There were grunts from the warriors and whinnies of pain and fear as laser fire spread over the Camelot soldiers. Horses reared, some fell. The Night Elf brought her men back under control, and some dismounted, tower shields out to defend against the blaster fire. Slowly they began to advance. Those horsemen still mounted and uninjured began to pull back, they were only targets now. To Skeletor’s left a bolt of lightning seared through the air, blazing white on white across the blankness of the Nexus. The bolt struck one of the speeders, and a satisfyingly lethal explosion ensued.
One of the Camelot soldiers went down, then a few of the horsemen retaliated with a volley of arrows. There were shouts of pain from the Imperial line, but neither side was ready to retreat. Skeletor noticed a red streak racing towards them at a surprising pace.  Another stranger leapt from his motorcycle, sending the vehicle crashing into the Imperial forces. The red-garbed man rolled to his feet and took up a position near the rest of the Camelot forces. The Asgardian greeted him warmly before sending his hammer flying towards a white-clad soldier.
 
 Another ally… Skeletor thought, as he waited behind the Camelot line. The Asgardian was amassing quite a number of friends, and Skeletor knew that he was not yet strong enough to face them all. The Overlord of Evil surveyed the situation with a strategist’s eye. Thor and the new red warrior were engaging the enemy, along with the bulk of the warriors. One of the knights had already fled with the boy, his horse racing across the Nexus behind them. The Green-haired girl was still on her horse, watching the battle with an expression Skeletor could not discern, something between boredom and fascination. The Night Elf hung back with a few of the warriors, still mounted, shouting orders and coordinating the battle. The medieval warriors had the advantage, now in both numbers and firepower, but there was no room for error, as the Imperial forces had been trained for situations just like this. It was clear from their disciplined and concentrated fire; they had a plan. They’re just waiting for the right opportunity… Skeletor thought with a slight chuckle. His magic energy had replenished slightly and he began charging his Havoc staff.
 
 
The Night Elf watched the battle unfold with growing unease. She too had noticed the Imperial resolve was unusually strong.  As she watched another speederbike exploded from a few well-placed shots to the fuel tank. The red-helmed soldier barely pausing before turning his deadly pistols on one of the more accurate Imperial soldiers. They hadn’t started to retreat yet, despite the fact that the Shieldwall was only a short distance from their position.  She scanned the soldiers, trying to gain some insight. There! One of the stormtroopers glanced behind him, as he reloaded. That was all the information she needed, they had more reinforcements coming. She scanned the horizon of the Nexus, there were no large groups approaching, but she could make out a glint of metal approaching quickly from the Fountain.
From the corner of her eye she saw a movement, and the green-haired prime’s voice ask, “Hey, what are you doing?” a short distance away. On instinct she jerked the reins of her horse and the mount reared, lifting her away from the magical bolt, the blast searing through the air where she had just been. She turned in alarm to watch the hooded figure spurring his stead away from the battle, in a direction that may have been headed towards the Pale Moors, though she doubted the newly summoned prime would know that. “Catch him!” she shouted towards two of the nearest warriors, highly doubting they would be enough to capture a violent primeShe wheeled her horse back around and rode towards the front line. Blaster screeches ripped the air around her as she neared. “Knight of Lordaeron!” she called as she neared the Prince of Asgard.  “Your charge is fleeing!”