I remember my first time. I was scared, but Ryuku was with me...
"Just stay calm, and everything will be okay." he said.
"Stay. Calm?" I shouted back.
The wind was howling and evil stared down at me. A newspaper sailed through the air performing miraculous feats of acrobatics for what seemed to be an eternity slowed down for my benefit and ultimately smacked my face. For a moment all I saw was the Holiday Macy's sale advertising some leather purse for $399 this weekend only.
"You have to concentrate!" Ryuku shouted through the wind. "Imagine an outfit, a magical outfit that will protect you from all harm. What would it be? Would it be pretty and pink or purple -- I know you like those two colors. Could it have those little bows with maybe three or four layered tiers? How about wearing a golden tiara formed out of little hearts of larger and more pronounced hearts? And what about long gloves that extend beyond your elbows -- oh! Make them out of that lacy stuff!
"Okay, I've got an idea, no thanks to you!"
Mister Evil, entity, thing, whatever, shaped like a storm cloud with glaring yellow-greenish eyes that glowed like lighting flashes, grinned a wicked smile and smashed his palm into his other and. A loud clap of thunder erupted and sent a shock wave through the air, knocking a metal trashcan onto the ground and spewing it's contents all over the street.
"Now you need a weapon to defeat this marshmallow! A sword? A gun? An umbrella? It doesn't matter, just whatever it is will be used to channel and focus your magical power into a beam that will defeat all evil!"
I turned my gaze from the fallen garbage can back to the Evil Marshmallow thing and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and felt something fill my right hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see that I am now holding a bright yellow and pink toy hammer.
"Are you freaking serious?" I shouted at Ryuku. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
In frustration, I whipped around and hit a light post with the end of the hammer. After the typical squeak of the impact, a bright light radiated from the tip of the hammer where it made contact and a boom of thunder followed as the concrete lamp post cracked, shattered and collapsed onto the ground, destroying a stand-alone garage with a loud crash. I looked sheepishly at the carnage.
"Oops. My bad."
Electricity surged between the arms of the Evil Marshmallow and it grunted. Now I've gone and pissed it off. I guess I'm not allowed to destroy the town, only he is. Well I'm not going to let that happen! I took off and ran straight toward fluff-thing and leapt into the air. All magical girls can fly, right? About two seconds into the air, I felt Earth's gravity tugging at my new frilly skirt and my uncontrolled decent began.
"Oh Craaaaaap!" I shrieked and held out my toy hammer -- as if that was going to break my fall. Heck, it might break me!
But luck was on my side as I was falling, I caught Mr. Evil moving towards me. I had the naive thought that maybe he'd catch me and be my hero. Wait. That's not supposed to happen. Anyway he did move, and his foot fell under my direct path. I raised up my hammer and prayed that my timing was right. I swung down with all my might just as I crashed onto the street below. The Squeak of Doom echoed down the block, blowing shingles off of nearby homes' roofs, that pesky Macy's ad practically vaporized as the light-wave smacked it back for me. A fifteen foot crater formed where I landed and I heard the most blood-curtailing scream -- I swear, this thing could give my kid sister a run for her money.
I opened my eyes, and resist the urge to puke as my hammer found its mark, landing right on the big toe of Mr. Evil. The mess is grotesque , the smell nauseating and sticky bits of god-only-knows-what that is that I just stepped in is all over my left shoe now. After a few seconds of ear-piercing despair, Mr. Evil explodes into a sticky, sugary, caramelized mess, and now I have to climb out of this hole and get home before the cops arrive.
Ryuku? A little help please?