The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the lizard eleven that day:
The score stood two to two, with but one turn more to play,
Then when Mylm’nor lunged at Torpedoraptor and Ballniss did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the lizard breast;
They thought, “If only Killmono Dragon could get a knock—
We’d put up even cyans now, with Killmono at the block.
But Amalost stood in the way, as did also Mylm’nor,
And the former elf was vicious, while the latter even more;
So upon that stricken multitude did melancholy knock,
For there seemed but little chance that Killmono would get to block.
But Mylm’nor just Pushed Back the skink, to the wonderment of all,
And Ballniss, the much despised, didn’t make it to the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and fans saw what had occurred,
Mylm’nor was frustrated, while the skink was undisturbed.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through Jurassic Park, it rattled down in hell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the rock,
For Killmono mighty Dragon was winding up to block.
There was ease in Dragon’s manner as he limbered up in place;
There was pride in Dragon’s bearing and a smile lit up his face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he stood tall like a Kroc,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Killmono at the block.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his fist with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then while the writhing wood elf tried to push him toward the south,
Defiance flashed in Killmono’s eye, a sneer curled Dragon’s mouth.
And now Nuffle’s white blocking dice came hurtling through the air,
Serious Jest stood watching them in haughty grandeur there.
Past “Defender Down” one of the dice unheeded sped.
“No prob, I’ll get the next one,” said Jest. “ Attacker Down,” it read.
From the benches, blue with lizards, there went up a muffled roar.
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“Kill him! Kill the wood elf!” shouted one would-be outlaw;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Dragon raised his claw.
With a smile of Serene charity Killmono’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the dice roll on;
He signaled up to Nuffle, and the other die was cast;
Again it flashed “Defender Down” but still tipping too fast.
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered, “Fraud!”
But one scornful look from Dragon and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Dragon wouldn’t miss the wardancer again.
The sneer is gone from Dragon’s mouth, his teeth are clenched in hate,
He stomps the turf with cruel violence and starts to salivate;
And now the saurus cocks his fist, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Dragon’s blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere skinks are laughing, and krox drink ‘til they’re dulled
But there is no joy in Jurassic Park—Killmono’s double skulled.
Second half of TMNL vs. White Owlz viewable at: https://youtu.be/7VijGTySYQE