A Mere Distraction

The renowned professor of theoretical physics, Nathaniel Belrath McDaniels, transformed himself into the "Oonthasaurus Rex" a few months ago. This odd development was chronicled in my deviation entitled "Academic Transformation", published on August 20, 2014 :





And now, he has returned, along with his assistants Gregory and Hawkins!  They are after the "Golden Idol of Killi Jawmpa", which is located in the Goosedow Museum. Elizabeth the Silver Sorceress is on hand to stop them. Unfortunately for our shapely, scantily-clad witch, the wily professor has performed a cloaking spell on himself, so that she only detects his human allies. Gregory and Hawkins open fire at Elizabeth with their blasters, but she deflects the blasts with her "Silvery Magicks" and counterattacks with a devastating spell which leaves the nerdy, lanky fellows flat on the floor.

"Well, that was easy...   AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"

Professor McDaniels issues a searing blast which devastates poor, unsuspecting Elizabeth. He fires again.

ZZATTT!!!

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!"

De-cloaking himself to reveal his otherworldly form, the Oonthasaurus Rex watches with glee as our bikini-clad sorceress teeters about groggily.  "HA!! She's at the brink of unconsciousness, already.  HUZZAH!"

Another substantial blast is delivered -- ZZATTT!!!

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"  Elizabeth screams in agony as her top is disintegrated, exposing her luscious mammaries. 

"Oooooohhhhhh... Wh-what is... g-goin' on? I thought I had...  UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!"

Yet another eldritch energy discharge smashes into the gorgeous crimefighter's comely form.  Elizabeth is about ready to fall, at this point.

"My assistants were a mere distraction, oh beautiful Elizabeth. You had no chance against my brilliant ambush! And now, it is time for you to sleep, my pretty!"

ZAP!!!  A final energy blast erupts out of the odd creature's bizarre appendage.

THWACK!!  The bolt crashes into the Silver Sorceress and shatters her awareness.  She lets our a grunt of surrender -- "UUUHHH!" -- and flops helplessly to the floor of the museum.  WHUMP!

"Excellent! Now we can collect the 'Golden Idol of Killi Jawmpa' and return to our lair.  Gregory, Hawkins -- are you two okay?"

The awakening thugs scramble to their feet, and take note of the beautiful, almost-nude superheroine sprawled out cold on the floor nearby them. Gregory pipes up -- "Uh, yeah, boss, we're just swell. Can we take the witch with us?"

"I suppose so. You two do so enjoy playing with those silly do-gooders..."

Not such good news for our near-naked, unconscious witch...